At times, I just want to get out of here.
This place has memories, where I sinned...
Even though you always reassure me
it won't happen...
Encompassed feelings bubble away, vicously...
Finally, I'm faced with the reflection that has...
Song...
Usually I can name my thoughts, fashion a
stage for my feelings, and direct my footsteps...
Gone is the sunshine
hiding behind the clouds...
Misjudging mirror,
you stare at me...
I am the second domino standing
in a straight row of certain disaster...
Are they gone?
Just sleeping in your head...
Here I am again
knife in my hand...
I remember thinking that when I was sixteen
I could break free from the abuse...
I thought this poem would be about me,
typed up in a gloomy room where moonlight...