The pain is loud.
The silence is painful.

Maybe if I keep telling myself that I'm free,
I eventually will be.

If I could buy loyalty, I would.
Name your price.

We picture ourselves through filters and lenses
Faking our lives under false pretenses

She sits in silence
Laughter echoing between her synapses
Alice looks at the wall
Her irises empty and void
Her hands are ice
Her blood studded with icebergs
Her voice non-existent
The heart pounds to a regular rhythm
But feels numb, cold, broken.

You took the knife
Sliced every fibre of my heart
Next the hammer
Pounded it until all the blood
Spilled on the ground
Never mind the pain
Never mind my tears
I watched as you took my heart's remains
Paraded them in the street with your mates.

I have papercuts
Tearing up scraps of paper
Printed photographs
Of memories that should be in sepia
I didn't know my heart could be shredded
And my soul in pieces
As the loneliness creeps in
Overtaking the mould in the cracks
My head in my hands
Shoulders to the floor
As my tears paint the cracked lino
Cursing you with every expletive...

But you did make breakfast
Every weekend and brought it to me
Those lazy days when you would cuddle me
Then you did hold my hand
When Mom was passing
Your words building me up
The way you built that treehouse...

I don't want to forget the old you
Because maybe, just maybe,
He might return.