I wake from my sleep,
With teary eyes I see black,
All the anger lies deep,
My emotions that I show are at lack.

Like a withered flower I lay,
A tear grindes down my cheek,
I lay miserable for the rest of day,
This is me, the emotional freak.

I cry for the pain I caused you,
My soul is torn apart,
The course of life no longer goes through,
I no longer wish for a pumping heart.

I can no longer bear with myself,
I wish I could see through,
I put my broken dead heart on the shelf,
To the end of my life.
"Farewell I loved you."

Sunshine, rain,
winter snowfall.
Hail, ice,
she's been through it all.

Grades, marks,
a fifty in math.
Pencils, pens,
school makes her laugh.

But one thing,
it makes her shake.
Her head spins,
her heart aches.

When she thinks back,
to that moment in time.
She's written poems,
she's made them rhyme.

But when it comes,
all finally together.
It's worse than school,
or stormy weather.

When the callendar rolls,
February 18.
She clenches her fists,
she grindes her teeth.

The memories invade,
her dreams and her head.
The silences screams,
will it ever end?

The nightmares and violence,
she can't make it stop.
Her heart pounds,
her blood boils hot.

"Just don't touch me,"
is what she'll say.
The touch of anyone,
will set her off today.

The memories won't leave,
but the pain gets less.
She's pushing through it all,
cleaning up that mess...