picked away

people ask me how I feel
and I smile and tell them I'm fine

and they believe me and think I'm for real

but how can I expres how I feel inside
when I feel like a stone ageanst the ocean's tide

my mind crumbles and falls
just like my world around me

there's nothing left inside
but the pain and sorrow that surounds me.

piece by piece I'm being picked away
like chickens not knowing there's a fox in their cage.

as the night, slowly scraps away the sun
so does pain scrap away the man I was to become.
J.P.G