Scratch paper served its purpose
Merely her faithful home to lie down...
Without a doubt, without a care,
I sit and watch, a blindfolded stare...
When I was younger I would chase shadows
I was always in search of a darkness...
Exploding memories blurred her vision
as forgotten tears explored her cheeks...
A crack in the winter sky
lets the rain pour down...
She hides a pain, deep inside.
No one knows her desire to die...
I'm sorry I'm mean
I'm sorry I'm loud...
Will you understand
Or will you see...
Hand her a pen..
words fill her brain...
Take me back to when everything was okay.
I want to be happy and not feel so dead inside...
Broken promises and painful lies
ripped skin and pain filled eyes...
Yaki is healing,
everyday, everyday...