I am a decade of broken.
Words laying on the cold ground,
Only to be frozen and forgotten.
Thinking that spring would soon come
And melt them away,
Bring them to light,
But they become buried.
The sunlight can't reach these words,
These painful words.
I can't throw these words to the wind,
They might come back at me.
And although I am silent,
My silence speaks for me.
Yet still,
Those around me are unable to hear what I say.
I am screaming these words,
But they fall like feathers on the ears of my peers asleep.
One day, had I opened my mouth,
Sound might have come.
But here I sit,
And there is no sound.
Not anymore...
There is no sound,
To describe the pain.
When you are betrayed by someone you trusted with your life.
When they held you in your hands as you were young,
And in a moment they took that innocence away.
Wilted, withered, and wrought with fear,
Never could you see anything the same.
Young, but now not as young as you should be.
Tainted innocence becomes you
In a swarm of emotions.
Hatred, anger, fear, denial.
Wishing you could forget,
If only you could forget everything.
A rose, drooping beyond it's vase,
Falling petals,
Lifeless.
And in that moment,
It is set on fire.
Burning a great flame until it is only ash,
And burning still,
Until there is nothing more.
The fire is gone, and so is all fear,
So is all worry,
So is all happiness that once was,
That once existed.
Emptiness and blackness fill the shell of what you once were,
But now there is nothing.
Void is imminent.
Decay is predicted.
Death and salvation are implorable.
