How do you wake each day,

putting that smile on you face?

How do you look your child in the eye,

and say everything will be fine?

How did things get to be this way,

feeling like your lost in some empty space?

Inside another part aches and breaks as it dies.

How long does it take till you pass over the line?

Trying to keep these feelings at bay,

do you run or give chase?

Not a single tear falls when you cry.

Your soul is weeping, like bleeding red wine.