I ache,
I scream,
But never shall you see nor hear.
Voices in my head crack and break,
But you will never hear me stutter when i speak.
Its a cures to be able to remember the past,
To remember the thoughts.
The details of those night alone.
The wall felling like they are closing in ready to crush what little strength i held close.
A life time i thought the voices would take, claming it as there own, never to let me or anyone else forget.
Almost I handed it to them on a platter made of fear and tears.
Almost did walk to the place where i would never be found again.
Almost...
That life time is still going strong.
Those voice tho still present, not as loud.
And the aches and the screams are still felt and heard,
But...
Washed away by the light, the little strength that was left.
Slowly... finding peace in life.

Once again whispering my confessions to the petals, plucked from the rose you once gave me.
Sweet ghost like love, hangs from the glowing beams that come from the blood moon above my heart.
Its shine that reminds me of nothing but the way your gray eyes would glisson, when next to the beach.
No sounds falls from my lips, that you did, long ago clam, in the heat of a summers day.
Just my whispered confessions that come from my tears that sting and not my tonge that burns.
Wilting petals from the rose you once gave me; falling to the lifeless soil, where you now rest.

**I love and will always love you

Its cold in this world
But its colder in your heart

We fall for a reason
We rise for a purpose