The wind whistles,
through her hair...

Bruised and broken,
my childhood disintegrates...

I wake up each morning,
with this tear stained face...

False hopes and dreams,
Take over me...

I sit awake on my bed,
Tears streaming down my face...

Im sorry that im a failure,
that i cant do anything right...

Not so long ago,
there was a moment...

She bites her tongue,
the blood flows out...

Blood flowing to her fingertips,
tension in the air...

This will be the last time,
The last day...

Your my star,
the light of the night...

-- i wrote this poem last year and just found it...
The shadows move silently...