The Ghosts of my past.

November 27th, 2009-Lost

Beautiful girl,

Hid behind a disguise;

Long dark hair;

Dark scheming eyes.

Knife on the counter;

Blood down her wrists;

Tears on her cheeks,

The pain’s hard to resist.

Screams in the darkness;

Cries in the night.

Who finally wins.

The everlasting fight.

Boy in the corner.

Listening to her heart.

Beats louder, and louder,

And the crying starts.

He sees all the bruises;

And then all the scars.

But he holds her closer;

When she floats away to the stars.