Ballad of the Broken

what a cruel character is god, for sometimes he lets us live

when we above all wish to end it.

when we with the most overwhelming instinct to find company,

are made to live out our lives, picking up pieces of our broken insides.

For we are the broken and we are many.

loneliness is our only friend, sitting upon our roof watching us with its brooding wings,

it teaches us everything in its futile attempt to stop being what it is,

all but how to forget the person that made us feel lonely.

and if a star were to fall each time we thought about that one person,

then the moon would realise what it’s truly like to be as lonely as we.

Behind the masks we wear, are the faces suffering from a sorrow

a sorrow and misery that the world knows not,

that we are left to carry alone.

and we wait for the night and the rain,

for in the rain we have our chance to be touched.

and we wish we could forget you as easily as you forgot us,

but the lonely are cursed, we remember everything, and are taught to feel nothing,

we are always ashamed, but we are afraid to admit this,

to the people who do actual love us.

You see this kind of loneliness, it eats us alive.

What a cruel character is god, for sometimes he lets us live