Blood Still Falls

My face is just one in a crowed,

My tears are few among those

already on the ground.

I'm better off then most

I know.

Then why do I feel ten times worse.

My heart beats but I do not feel it.

My blood falls yet they do not see it.

As the world looks the other way,

The pain is still reel.

The blood still falls.

and hearts still break.

Only visible pain is measured,

even though the inner pain is so

much worse.

The light does not shine on the

world of the broken hearted.

That's why we find comfort in the

dark of the night.

When no ones around the dark will

be there to comfort me.

It helps me hide the pain,

and hide me from it.

With out the dark most would not survive.