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

False hopes and dreams,
Take over me...

Bruised and broken,
my childhood disintegrates...

The tears stream down my face
As the pain burns inside...

Torment and hate,
my naked body lies on the floor...

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

* This poem i wrote for one of my closest friends...
The shadows whisper...

So confused,
Mind racing...

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

Staring out the window
as the rain drops to the floor...

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

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