~momma don't cry~
you have alot of pride...
She feels like she's not worth it
and her poetry has dwindled...
You know what I hate
More than anything else...
Lying on the bathroom tiles
Tiles cold hard white...
Delicate white blankets suffocating,
crushing breaths against empty stone...
How can you define a flashback?
A painful memory...
The birds endless calls
outside my window...
You've chased away my dreams
You've wiped clean my soul...
Eyes filled with tears fought back for so long
Tears no one can understand...
I'm feeling steady boiling
Rage fires within...
As soft winds sweep away the days
I look back on life through a haze...
In a world of misery and twisted lies
head in his lap as he begins to cry...