Do I still write? you ask.
Write...
You took my freedom away from me,
my happiness, my smile, my will to live...
You ask me why i cry
whenever you speak...
Concoctions
Of...
Abusing me was a pastime of yours
But it was all my fault as I definitely...
Lonely are my thoughts and
emotions during a time where...
There's a child with a butcher knife
Running through my head...
Lost in the woods with nowhere to go
Left on my own with thoughts that I know...
Darkness falls, and it's time to be afraid,
Hiding under the covers, in a fortress she made...
This face of mine -
It's just a piece of paper...
Little bird with broken wing
Oh how sad the song you sing...
A painted black box behind the books in a shelf,
Hides all my secrets, only known to myself...