• I look around…
    At all the people…
    Surrounding me…
    Why am I here??
    I am no friend to any of these so called
    People…
    No emotions to salvage…
    “Among the broken mirrors,
    I don't look the same…
    And I don’t feel any pain…”
    I was left to dacay…
    And I cry…
    People say it a weakness…
    Though it’s quite the opposite
    It shows I am human…
    So please…
    Don’t leave anyone
    Rusted in the Rain