Forget your smile, Forget your warm eyes, Forget the way you made me feel. I can't forget the ways you changed me. I can't undo the ache inside my heart. You told me we would make it, but you never said I'd have to fake it.
I lay here, I count my sheep just like a good girl. I smile with my teeth and dress in nice clothes. I'm your Little Miss Perfect. But I'm not as innocent as you think. Not after he forced me against his sheets, and tied me to the void of hate
The father of my blood, my creator, He owns me, he claims me. My screams won't be heard, so I lay silent, My teeth clenched tight, My eyes crying blood, My mouth tasting bile.
Help me find my way, like a lone star gone astray, Or lead me back to my faith, away from my joy's wraith, away from the cold glares, in this land of hopeless affairs.
I've been thinking about the ways I could say it, About the excuses I could use. I could let out the monster inside, but IT just won't come out Without hurting Everyone Else
If you've read Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson, I was inspired by the book to write this.
I'm struck with desire, Stuck in madness, Tucked into hunger, tricked into fading, I fell along the rapids of blood, Washing my soul away with all my hope and dreams
this ache is never-ending, this twinge that steals my shadow. this peril verse of silver. I'm drowning in my mind, but this ache is still Endless, like rain. Endless, like ice. Endless, like me. Nameless. Hopeless. Helpless. Endless.