Liquid Pain

Broken clouds. Soiled shrouds. They lie beneath. As I grit my teeth. I'm above all I thought. Look at what my liquid pain has brought. Playfully grasping at any attention. Good or bad. Just any affection. But I'm ignored again. Forced to go to back then. Where I cried myself to sleep. Fallen into my coma, oh so deep. Shredded shrouds. Gray and hovering clouds. I lie underneath. As the pain crushes my teeth. Look at what my solidified ignorance brought. Is this what I thought I should have sought? I stood my ground, to gain attention. But I recieved the wrong affection. Things were never easier, even back then. They still bring my liquid pain, again and again. So, I bleed myself to sleep. Let my body fall too deep.