foot steps in my room
this place never feels home
foot steps are getting louder
memories flooding closer
child's cry trained to remain silent
no sound rain became my talent
hatred impanted in my treasure chest
reflection in the mirror turned into pest
instead of water, you watered me fire
you burned my soul and there dead tree grows
stars falling behind these doors
those stars looked beautiful but full of sores
deep down inside my chest suffocates
but I won't let my back stays in my death bed
i won't let a dead sea stays dead
and this poem stays unsaid
