Where Love is Never Felt
Yelling, screaming, shouting down the hall never quit never silent vibrations echoing off bare walls amplifying the hurt deepening the cut. Voices never soft never caring always screaming always with malicious intent, gleaming glances, harsh stares...
Alone I SIt
Huddled, depressed and broken I sit in a corner staring out at the world holding the crushed rose close to my heart....to fall for his tricks to fall for his charm...what a fool I was following witless behind him none the wise of his plan none the...
Why...
Must I sit alone depressed and unloved longing in my heart my soul crushed and broken being passed around and laughed new tears appearing every day....more and more tattered what remains becomes... the thing i seek long eluding me forever hiding locked...