The shadows under your eyes spoke of moonlit sleepless lights,
The scars on your wrists spoke of lost battles and fights,
The pills in your shelves spoke of desperate relief,
The blades under your bed spoke of endless gries,
You broken-hearted smile spoke of silent pain,
And the tale of a broken soul, never to be mended again.

You were the stars to all my darkest nights

A story of a king, a queen, and a kingdom of dust,*
A story of dreams, desires and lust,
A castle surrounded by ivory towers,
An enchanted kingdom of ancient powers,
That's were we fell in love a life time ago,
In a place where at midnight the sky seemed to glow,
In a battle of anger, loss, and pain,
You bid me farewell, didn’t bother to explain,
So our story remained preserved between tattered old pages,
And my love confined in distant old cages.

You had made everything forbidden for me.
The way I couldn’t witness anybody smiling without recalling your ghostly smile.
The way I couldn’t touch anybody without remembering your soft caresses.
The way I couldn’t love anybody without thinking back to when I had believed that I had loved one who had deserved such a love as mine. How, you had been so silent, as though you had never yet to love or be loved.
You had made everything so forbidden for me.

What was it about your voice that had made me fall for you?
Maybe, it was the way you spoke, your bittersweet voice so soft almost unable to be heard.
Or maybe, it was your words, so mournful and full of regret that I knew at once that they must have been uttered from a broken heart.
Maybe, it was the sound of you voice, how your tone had always spoken of heartbreak and misery.
Or maybe, it was how when you spoke all I could do was to listen in spellbounding silence.
What was it about your voice that had made me fall for you?

I’m still waiting for you,
I’m still waiting
for you to tell me
this isn’t
t  r  u  e.

There was emptiness inside me that even the biggest of the vessels couldn’t fill,
And a silence that couldn’t be broken no matter how loud I screamed.
*I was imprisoned by the walls of pain I had somehow built myself.

You said there were people out there who cared*
Where were they when I spent the nights standing alone
Where were they when I cried so hard I couldn’t breathe
Where were they when I turned around and found only cold sheets and empty beds
Where were they when the floor was covered with crimson red flowing down my wrist
*And, You said there were people out there who cared