When my words aren't enough
And the silence seems to say it all...

Shining bright and over head
The moon surrounds the sky...

Misconceptions ring about silent ears that lay...
Staring into broken woods, unsure if reality has...

You may throw your sticks and stones
And they may break me apart...

This poem is metaphoric. I never really come out...
Long and winding streams of red from saturated...

I could spill my heart and all its insides onto...
And you'd never even notice...

Don't want to eat
Can't manage to sleep...

I look in the mirror and see a faded reflection...
Some days I wonder if the skin I'm in is even...

Screaming in denial are the mothers of children in...
Their baby has gone missing, praying nightly is...

As the world faded away from me
And as I lost my grip on faith...

I've made it to nowhere
With nothing in between...

You said that you would love me
While you ripped my insides apart...