Hidden Heartbreak

No one sees his true state as he walks down the lane
A plot unfolding in his mind of the darkest kind
The kind of death, the kind of the broken spirit
The heart he once had had been shattered again
With every pulsing beat a shot of pain shakes his soul
All while cars pass him by paying no mind to him
His slow stride, his hanging head, his lack of will
Cloaked under the falling rain, none see his tears
As he makes up his mind for the final time
As he jumps in front of a speeding car

Owned by Dustin Smith: Bastardofbodom666