Hey thanks for all the comments guys! It makes me glad to have written it. Your responses inspire me to write more :)
Your head hangs low from the choking noose of shame,
You feel smaller in this darkness than a single Candle's flame.
You played your heart out but it was all just a game.
Your soul is smashed, through shattered glass, and only shreds remain.
Lose your pain,
Release your doubts and go without a body, soul, or heart.
Burn through the cold and even though your life is torn apart,
And turn your grief, into art.