Winter and Steaming Coffee

Like Yesterday

It was night and her words were on the walls of her pain, 

Signatures of screaming as her heart became less sane;

The lullabies she once new as a kid, those memories

Faded away and made her bow down, on her knees.

It was like yesterday to her, the wounds cut fresh each day--

The scars picked at, they found her body only after, DOA; 

The times she sat alone in the dark, nightmares of reality

Brought back with her tears and blood, that lethiality.

And when in the end it killed her, it only occured to you--

That maybe your words carved her soul, stuck like glue;

And how it went on like yesterday, tearing her apart

Only after seeing her last breath, you remembered your heart.