Their whispers still haunt me- making ghosts appear even as I sleep.
I am beaten down…
Where is my sanity? - Where is the courage to walk the way?
Their screams are so deafeningly loud!
Now, I think, they’ll warp and twist my dreams.
Silent screams and shouts are stuck to my lips all night;
I know I want to- but no matter what I do, I can’t cry!
I am, oh I am transfixed by the promise of death that haunts me- I want it as much as the tempting thought of sleep.
My life bleeds through my eyes- WHY ELSE DO I HAVE TO CRY???!
I am standing on the edge, blindly following the path they have set out for me.
I am breathing- I'm not just going to survive; I will live.
They are clipped and tattered, but they are still my wings.
I know someday that I’ll reach the blue, blue skies.
Your eyes- a pair of red, red windows into your soul…
“You are in such pain- the proof is the tears they have worked so hard to gain!”
As I live day by day, you want me to die more and more.
To you ghosts, I salute you- one day, the world will back-fire on you.
