my father told me i should probably keep my pretty mouth shut as he sewed my lips together, but i ripped the thread. i guess his thread wasn't strong enough to keep me locked up forever.

i guess his mattress was broken because my father always woke up on the wrong side of the bed. that mattress effected me so much that i guess it broke the button for my self esteem.

s          i          l          e          n          c          e

look for the sun even in the dark times; that one flash of sunshine could save you from being on the edge of the chair again.

it's sad once you realize that just one touch can break a little girl and her little dreams. just one single touch made everything grey. just one. i guess everything just shatters around me.

laying on my bed
voices are roaming my head
creatures are surrounding my room
i watch as more & more start to bloom
i quickly close my eyes to hide away
but i still listen as they play
dancing around with frightening memories
suddenly, the noises stop
darkness starts coming in at non-stop
i realize what i have now stepped into
as nothing is left to view,
i am asleep