I am afraid of the expression on my face,
every time someone mentions your name.
     I am scared of the look in my eyes,
every time I pass by your house.
    I am frightened of the sound of my heart,
every time I mistake you with someone.
    I am terrified of your lingering touch,
every time I dream about us.
    But what scares me to death is the thought
that some day I will say it aloud to myself
I REALLY DID LOVE HIM.

Torn inside.
What to say, how to feel?
Waiting for others to show me the right path to hell.
No sunshine for me,
I am looking it from the broken window.
Distorted mind.
My feelings shattered around the room
like broken colorful pieces of glass.
Be careful not to step on them.
Now it is not time to bleed.Don't make a mess.
It is already as bad as it can be.
If you cannot help me to sort it, just leave,
I don't have time nor will to pick things after you...