• broken pictures on the wall
    whith a fadded memorie
    in each and every one of them
    the pain of the past is not so
    simply forgoton but lived on
    and bleed on till one day
    your so broken by them
    that you have no chose
    but to move on and start
    the cycle over again.
    and whith the cycle neverending
    you become so calused that
    not even the good can
    shine throught.