Hidden HorrorsMy life was seen through blackened eyes. My words were only spoken through swollen and bloody lips. My appearancee was hidden by makeup and hair in my face. Never to leave the house, I didn't want more of "the game". I hated playing, I never would win. Enough was enough, I packed up my bags and I ran away. Far away to a world of no more pain and no more sick games. I'm free of the terror, and no longer have to hide. My eyes are wide open and my words flow free. He'll never do this again, he'll never find me.
LongingLonging twists the time around the days of missing you.
Your kiss, your touch, the way you'd look into my eyes and stare into the depths of my soul.
I feel weak from this longing to be with you once more.
I want to see your face. Your smile. I want to feel your hand squeeze mine as we walk down the street together.
I want to hear you tell me that everything is going to be alright when I'm afraid.
Your absence is making my heart slowly lose its rhythm.
Missing your attention, your love.
Everything about you and I is melting out of me.
Your smell... your voice when you wake up in the morning telling me you love me.
I'm missing you.
I'm longing to have you with all of me.
SilenceThere is no point in screaming into the emptiness.
Love goes out, and pain fills that void in your chest, until nothing is left.
Screaming down the darkened corridors of life, hoping that someone will hear you.
But nothing comes back... not even an echo.