TRENCHES
There is a place where the world ends.
It lies beyond the scores of fallen foot soldiers
Who lie drowning in muck between the trenches.
Beyond the rooftops where the charred snow sits
Dripping from the houses.
It lies beyond where the circles of shell scars end
Somewhere past the wastelands laid as cities.
I am told it always rains at the end of the world.
The drops fall emotional and heavy
Against the windshields of crashed cars
And then flow downward into scattered puddles
Unable to reflect even the slightest of feelings.
Its days just like these I know Im there
I lie in the gutters filled with dead leaves
Along the cracked side walks converging into street corners
And I realize reality is what you make it
And the people you love wont remember
If you return to see the world.
There is a place where the world ends.
It lies beyond the scores of fallen foot soldiers
Who lie drowning in muck between the trenches.
Beyond the rooftops where the charred snow sits
Dripping from the houses.
It lies beyond where the circles of shell scars end
Somewhere past the wastelands laid as cities.
I am told it always rains at the end of the world.
The drops fall emotional and heavy
Against the windshields of crashed cars
And then flow downward into scattered puddles
Unable to reflect even the slightest of feelings.
Its days just like these I know Im there
I lie in the gutters filled with dead leaves
Along the cracked side walks converging into street corners
And I realize reality is what you make it
And the people you love wont remember
If you return to see the world.
miley_____:
Did you write that?! It's really good, although it sounds like you may be a little down? I hope not. 
Hope you new year's was a blast and that your doing well. Have a good week!
Hope you new year's was a blast and that your doing well. Have a good week!
lanya:
i hope going home does you good, and eventually that you come back. And i'm sorry about things. but you know.