Pinpoint

It's like a dryed up pen
No words to let myself depend

I love with a lost heart

And sob with a broken mind

My pages are lost in space 

The feelings are overwhelmed 

Warmth and softness are gone

I sit on a broken stone

And think like I'm stuck in a hole

There never was less to know

I'm young

But a youth I wish to not follow

A kind soul

No return 

Where does broken glass go

I'm unsure