So, I sit here...wondering why?
People believe the stupid lies...
And blame me.
Why?
People tell me to give up.
Give up on what?
Life.... My best friend...my family.
Why?
This abuse kills me.
Each bruise...
Each scar
A painful, deadly memory.
Why?
Depression strikes with it's dagger
Slicing open the only happiness
That just might have hope of staying.
Why?
I miss it.
I miss a lot of forbidden things.
Things that haunt and taunt.
Why?
Every tragedy.
Every memory.
Every lie.
Every tiny cry.
All silenced.
Never to be heard.
And that's when
The piercing silence screams
In the deaf ears of the innocent.
Can you answer why?
I know it's different. Sorry. I'm just bored. I'll add something good soon.
~.~S.S~.~