The Answers

eh... do i really need to write a description

If there was nothing left of me
other than the damage of life
what would there be for anyone to see?

Couldn't you just look straight through me
as if I'm just a window
for you to look out and see everything your missing?

 

If I'm the last one left here
when the world meets it's demise
who would there be to keep me warm and safe?

The answers are there somewhere

where no one wants to face it
but they're there,

lying beneath a blanket of lies
and fake smiles.

The answers are there.

Author's Note

Nothing's perfect. Don't be too harsh please...