i miss you- your touch and way of speak.
i miss you- your eyes, hair and skin.
why and who- took you from me? xx
trifles ; something of small importance.
it never stops raining.
with daggers sewn through her heart she cries.
filled with confusion she cries.
"no one can help me, until i can help myself.
and i can't help myself."
frozen throughout, exposing broken skin.
one week, one more week.
she can't take anymore burning in her mind.
"why can't i sever your head? why can't i sever your memory?"
the image that burned through her eyes has made it on to the mirror.
broken glasses reflected the shards of the past.
forcefed memories walking on tacks, please pull the knife out of my back and i'll pull the knife out of yours.
"you can't stop the rain" , she says .
"you can't stop the rain. "
it's my birthday tomorrow.
and i woke up feeling bleak.
another year.
another year just passing me by.
sink me, kill me, eat me. xx