Thoughts with tears
Though I stand outside your door with two trails dry upon my face you never seem to see how much I'm breaking from those words.
As I try to speak out in a silence you left me with only came with doubt; now my voice has left to wither in this pool of self-disgust.
If I tried to call your name you'd turn and shove me down, if I tried to make amends you'd laugh until you cried, if I cannot make you see that you did that day wrong maybe... just maybe... I wouldn't be rotting inside out.
My throat is dry without the use of water which you took from my cup and from my tea- burning into an itch which never will be fixed.
Nothing will save me, not even my dried up tears, for you gave me just a paper stating to 'Get out'.
I guess you should have noticed but my anger was reaching a high so please don't think it was only from one side because you took your own and shoved it down my throat and watched me like a chicken whose head you had torn.
Don't try, I will always state when you fake those pity eyes, don't try and blame one when four are to share.
Now my tears return for I have no where left to turn- my tears that once were dry return as I stand outside your door.