It’s a hot day
but my soul is chilled...

Where can I run to?
who will be my safe place in a storm...

His lonely eyes only see things
in shades of blue grey...

Wishing to be thinner
she decides not to eat...

You can give me a sympathetic smile,
a hug and say...

Emotions
bottled up...

Your changing me
bending and breaking me...

Acting out of character
can this really be me...

He never told her that he loved her
or showed her that he cared...

She feels so isolated, so alone
the only sounds that reach her are the muffled...

Part of me is gone
wandering through foreign places i will never see...

Im in the shower
trying to wash away the pain...