You still know how you feel...

Sometimes,
You don’t know what to say or do
But u still know how you feel...

You wait, broken, at the wrecked seams
as the worlds jeers at your hollow life
Picking the pieces of shattered dreams
All alone through the painful strife
With the last modicum of remnant zeal...

You don’t know what to say or do
But you still know how you feel...