Joyful and dead
Three laughs everyday...
The scars still remain
On the outside and within...
Mommy's eyes start to fog up
I'll never forget that sad day...
Slashing my skin
Bleeding my tears...
It crosses my mind everyday the pain inside I keep...
Mommy always did asked if I was ok I would lie and...
Hit me daddy
Do I not bleed...
First pill down
yes I am insane...
The road...
Traveling a road...
Muffled whispers in the night,
Trying to hear the words...
She was lying there asleep at least we thought she...
this poem is dedicate to Amanda Bertha Arilllola...
Instead of cutting
I sit here now...