There are so many things I wanted to say but...
always afraid that it might push you away...
Through the years I kept believing
that you were another victim of his merciless...
It's not until you're old enough
that you realise too late...
I am leaving my plans of silence behind,
since it appears out of my hands now...
I know you are not worth my thoughts or pain,
but there is always a shadow of you that remains...
The mirror inside of me has two different faces,
each shard of glass holding a story of my life...
People always question “where is the love?”
but isn't that up to you to decide...
Let me tell you,
my depression...
So many years without a voice
I never knew I had a choice...
You’d never tell
how capable of grieving...
White Roses Painted Red
Hoping for passion, getting pain instead...
I’ve consulted the demons of my past desires
During a night of bloodstained tears...