Anger.
Rage.
Destruction of a heart that tried to heal,
Efforts defeated nothing renewed,
Blood hell,
What use is it to be loved but be destroyed emotionally for it.
My screams carred silent in the wind as i fall on my knees,
Begging to be freed of the suffering that entered my heart.
"CANT YOU SEE WHAT IT HAS DONE TO ME ! "
The wind blows harder surrounding my body,
lifting the screams higher and higher into the sky.
As if the wind,
Taking my pain to be heard.
