When you look in her eyes, what do you see?
When I look into her eyes, I'll tell you what I see -
I see constant pain staring at me.
I don't see joy, and I don't see glee.
I see tears beginning to shed in front of me.

I close my eyes.
I try not to cry for the ones I once held dear.
I close my eyes to say goodbye, for I know the end is near.
I try not to cry as I remember the times we laughed and cried.
I close my eyes and try to imagine our farewell is not here.

The sun seems to have finally set, and the darkness has come to settle a debt.
A piece of my soul has been cast away, and the devil inside me cannot be kept at bay.
The scars, they bear heavy while my friends are all cheery,

Death begins to talk, it even seems to taunt.
My mind begins to sway, and I think I'm going crazed.
My heart seems so empty, I force myself to be lonely.

Home - A place of rest.
A place of faith.
A place where my family once lived.
A place of dance.
A place of song.
A place where we all sing along.
A place music is written for an instrument not itself.

However, once a place where these joys resided, now wakes only death and sorrow.

A place of enemies.
A place of crying

A place of argueing.
A place where the song written is written to hurt.

A place in which my soul has died.
A place in which I can't reside.

A place in which my anger dwells.
A place that is a living hell.

She is alone
She is sad
She is hopeless
She is depressed
She is cutting
She is suicidal
She is ignored
She is lost
She isn't understood

She screams and shouts
Yet, no words will come out

She is tired of fighting
She is tired of breathing

And worst of all that she is me

I wait... in silence... for answers.
Dawn approaches and my quest is yet to be fulfilled.
I know that my tormenters will continue to pursue me until I have found what I am in search of.
Yet, I know that,  if I find it, it may not be what I came to find.
Yet, my tormentors still come, so I still search.

Noon has approached and past.
Still my tormentor comes.
I still cannot find the remedy I need.
My tormentors grab at my heart and mind.
They provide me with a pain so unbearable.
I feel the world closing in. UGH! How I wish to die!

The sun sets as it always does.
Still I have not found what I came for.
My tormentors still torment.
The pain still consists and has grown.

Night becomes inevitable.
I wonder if I shall ever find what I am looking for.
Perhaps not. Perhaps I shall.
Day after day I shall wake a repeat.
I shall not let me search come to an end without the answers I seek.

You left me
                B           U          S           D
                      R            I           E
but I later found words of LOVE

You left me
                                    s
                          ­                   C      a
                                                        ­      R    e
                                                    ­                       D
but I later found someone to stitch


You left me
               Br
                      ok
                                en
but I found something that healed


You left me
                    U s E D
but I found that one person's junk is someone else's treasure

You left me
                  LO
                  ST
but I still found a way.