Metaphorically Broken
I woke up early this morning
With heartache by my side
My pillow stained with memories
From the teardrops that I cried
I drank me a cup of loneliness
As I read the morning sorrow
I put on all my hopes and dreams
And threw away tomorrow
I take my pain for its morning walk
As the sun begins to die
The sky above seems to understand
And the clouds begin to cry
I fix a bowl of emptiness
As I sit beside my fears
I taste my heart's broken smile
As it rises in my tears
My days are all but over now
So I count each one with care
Life to me is already dead
It's just an empty stare
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