Her Epitaph
I silently listen as tears frame my face,
then your voice devours the surrounding space.
I swiftly attempt to extinguish my tears,
while slamming the door to my darkest fears.
Then I can laugh and smile like nothing's wrong,
for I have to make you believe I am strong.
Because I can't let you know,
how it hurts to let you go.
So I sit here hiding tears in my eyes,
quietly shrouding the untamed lies.
But sometimes I wonder if the words I've said,
have ever whispered and screamed inside someone's head.
And could they tear or break a heart,
showing how far I've drifted apart.
So are things better masked in lies,
hiding truth inside leadened eyes?
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Beautiful Broken Rose
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We couldn’t imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.