your words are distant your screams are trapped the thoughts are consistant your pale lips chapped from constant persistance
you shed wet tears that stain your cheeks the frightening fears that appear when you sleep they sting your ears, the whispers from over the years
they cannot see what you hide but deep down you want them to see the cause of your silent cries, for your demons to be free; free of the pain and dreadful lies. happiness is the winning prize
This one's an oldie. I'll be posting some of my older works.