4/25/11

I would bath myself with the very tears I shed if it would heal my scars
Painful reminders of how many last chances
Of times I swore never again
So much lost within its destructive path
A mere child caught in a vicious war between used to be and now
Realizations of the past means nothing more than a pocket full of tears
Streaks still fresh upon the many faces of the ones I disappoint
Anger inside all of those I was meant to help
The girl who was and came to be only by obstacles that wished to destroy her
To encase her
To never let her wander free from the darkness that consumes her mind
For her heart and soul fight constantly against the shadows that come to corrupt
They slowly drain only to become more powerful
The theory behind all I do is faulty
For the very thing that keeps the darkness away gives the shadows more power
And I am left only an empty shell spilling her lifes blood from every surface
Only because I wish for peace
For a life free from the walls that keep me stuck in a state of torment
Free from the voices trying to hurt me
From the chains keeping me from fighting back