Loneliness is death to our souls.

As we cry our broken hearts don't break. 

They are too broken to continue to break. Too shattered, too hurt, too many pieces.

As our tears fall like rain the world sees a flood. 

The sound of our cries become our only comfort. 

The sound of our tears become so familiar.

They numb our bodies. 

Yet we still feel the pain.

They all say, love is medicine. 

As i realize that i love.

it hurts.

it brings fear.

fears of being broken again.

being hurt again. 

I cover my eyes.

My gray eyes,

they see blue.

the coldest blue there is. 

they feel the chill.

the only warmth are my tears.

colder colder i go.

and my love is stolen. 

the markings of a colorless girl.

Sarah Janelle.