Alone she was left to wander,
To consider the paths she could take,
But there was nothing,
An empty void that once took the form of her hope,
Shattered,
Broken,
Helpless,
Who would hear her cry?
Who would save her from the darkness?
no one they answered,
And the darkness closed in.

I paint a picture in my head.
Of thrashing waters and foaming seas.
But there is hope too,
A man,
Reaching to help me,
Showing the promise of being saved,
But the voices trap me,
They tell me to bring him in too,
And I know I cannot listen,
I must rebel in the only way I know how,
To not listen,
To refuse to listen.
*i will not listen

A thousand words came to me,
Up from the depth of my heart,
But I stopped myself from saying them.
he won't listen
My thoughts insisted
you still love him
My heart urged,
But I screamed no,
And the words were gone,
The moment lost,
Never to return.

"How was your day?" you never asked
terrible , I never said,
why don't you love me? I never asked
"I love you", you never said

i want a way out,
to escape the invisible scars.
how do you show them?
how do you prove them?
who would believe you?
a mother does not love her child?
impossible!
well i say,
its possible.

look in the mirror,
what do you see?
puffy eyes,
swollen face,
a shell of a girl,
the heart of a girl,
longing to be set free.
the picture of desperation,
clinging to the last bits of hope,
as her heart shatters,
and the blood spills.
there is nothing now...
just the memory of the pain
the abuse,
no happiness,
no light,
just darkness,
eternal darkness.