Can you hear her screaming?
It is because she is finally breaking.

She has held her ground,
Whereas others around her broke under the pressure.

She is not screaming,
She is tearing.

She is ripping at the seams.
Like a old dish towel,
Easily torn.

She is falling apart,
Her confidence failing.

Her heart breaking,
Her spirt falling.

She can feel the pain.
She can feel the hurt.

And yet she smiles,
That breathtaking smile of hers,
Never fails to work.

Her smile,
No matter how fake,
Always seems to fool the others around her.

Thoughts of you
Makes me dance
To the rhythm
Of your heart beat

I have a million reasons to love you.
I will find a million more.

we see it,
experience it,
in their oblivion,
we feel the pain,
they call a phase.
they don't want to listen,
we are just children.
someday the rain will make a way,
for the sun to come out.
all the fear will disappear,
all the cracks in our broken hearts,
will be feared with a tender touch of love,
from someone to call a mom or dad.

A
Century of
Solitude
Compels my
Soul;
I am
One
With the
Silence
Of my
Claustrophobic
Cell;
The memories
Of my
Crimes
Upon the
Mind
Take their
Toll;
There is
No Way
I can
Escape
My regretful
Hell.