She was afraid of the things she would do,
so afraid that she kept herself mute,
doing everything she can,
to hide her emotions.
She fights back the tears,
the anger,
and the pain,
wanting nothing more than to wake up,
and this all to be a bad dream.
She cannot escape what's been forced on her,
or the life she was born into,
but she can hide away,
in hopes of never worrying about it again.
The things shes' seen,
the things shes' heard,
and the things shes' felt,
have always been pain.
She hides it away,
deep inside her,
and keeps the fake smile on her face.
Fear will always be there,
and the scars in her heart,
but she doesn't want other
The echos' never stop . . .
the screaming . . .
oh god, the screaming . . .
I can feel something, and it hurts so much . . .
Somebody I once loved,
is now a distant memory,
I hear the things she says, but I cannot listen.
My heart cannot take the scars and marks they leave
I can feel the damage,
see the pain as I hurt my self, not physically,
oh no, much worse.
"I am worthless, a vein to the existence of all that I meet,
a stain on life, I am a parasite, a disease you cannot kill."
Only a few would disagree, and say that I am wrong,
but my mistake was allowing such things to hurt me.
I have no choice,
I have no friends with me,
no family
Why is my family terrible? Filled with drug addicts and psyco-paths. . . .not the good kind of psyco-paths either. I actually feel normal compared to them! I feel normal, this is an issue.