What is this place of anger and fear?
What freedom of expression do I have but these silent tears behind closed doors?
Blindly reaching throught the icy barriers of my mind
I'm not sure what it is I am searching for
So I just sit here in a room that is as dark and lonely as I am.
Waiting for a light that will never come.
Agony spoken without words
These are my trophies of past wars
This is my freedom of speech
The blade is my control
Sorrows hidden behind bleeding arms
Comfort can be found here.
There is no use for words
They are meaningless
How can they possibly express how I feel?
Fear spoken without words
Stories told with perfect pink lines on soft silky skin
Such horror are found in these tales
Tales of bleeding hearts and broken souls
Of a child torn by a keep dark secret.
Are the answers found hear?
Here hidden beneath broken skin?
I still want to see what is stalking me in the shadows
Maybe there is some hidden fear in all this running away.
Who is that desolate creature you choose to point and laught at?
Realize it is yourselves you should be frowning at
Frown at your ignorance and your simple little words...If so many know of this horror
then why are we so alone?
Now I'm in control
Holding the mighty weapon of freedom
Letting the ugliness escape
the memories
the pain
the cries in the night that no one would listen to
Another child lost in a world much too big for her
Secrets spoken without words
A message written in code and carved in skin
On display for anyone who dares to take a look
These beautiful lines talking of past wars fought
I have died many times....I often wish I was blind to all of this
so maybe I wouldn't know any better...
