His arms are holding me
I'm listening to his heartbeat...
How can you say you love me
and hold her in your arms...
It's not like it matters
The way that you treat me...
Sitting here with a bottle in my hand, wondering...
These thoughts of you are crowding my mind, and...
I can pretend that I'm happy-
Fake a smile and call it a day...
The pain your feeling is because of me, I put you...
I cant see the good thing I had right in front of...
She is sitting in her room
On her bed all alone...
She grabbed the knife
Caressed it on her wrist...
Ridicule and hatred is all you can hear
Chopped up for flavour and mixed in with fear...
The absence of your voice
distinguishes comfort...
Have you ever prayed for the day all your hurt...
All the emptiness and the pain would not be here...
(This is just a poem, a product of an over active...
Piercing the night, a scream...