A Lost/Mad Poets Rammbels

My broken dark heart
The words help the pain flow. They are jumbled into black splotches of ink on my page and i know what they mean. There your trophy. that you show off to all your friends so proud that you broken me. But still they are the only thing that lets people know that behind each smile. behind every laugh there i a silent tear, a silent screen for someone to see the darkness you have shrouded me in for to long...