Dearest sweetheart
This is my last letter for you...
I hear of all the stories,
The sadness and despair...
I sit here stitching up the tatters of my soul
Try to repair this ripped and shredded heart...
Dear Baby girl,
Baby girl, clean up your mess...
I can tell about the pain you know
and about the scars I don't show...
Tomorrow cries for me
Because no one else will...
I wish I could go back in time
Because all the good stuff was in the past...
What do i feel? Its kind of confusing.
like silent screaming, or careful bruising...
Your not alone when your depressed
Your not alone when your obsessed...
Ice cold knife
warm skin...
I toss and turn
And think of the knife...
I’ve gone through the pain and suffering,
I’ve handled the mockeries and insults...