When she came
he came...
My frustration weeps
on palette void of colour...
I once knew a girl bright, strong and alive
That girl could face anything alone and survive...
We put on our
happy faces...
My tears splash onto the blank canvas
of my already scarred skin...
It's so easy
To be who you were...
I gave birth to a daughter today and thought you...
Her gleaming eyes tried to focus on me, I knew I'd...
Maybe someday you just won't matter anymore
Maybe my stomach, head and heart won't convulse...
There isn't just one me
There is the me in my head...
Even after all these years, you don't understand...
I keep things locked up inside, not showing at all...
Another year has come and gone
Just like friends' time moves on...
I have emerged.
Taken by the very essence of reality and thrown...