Thoughts for the day: She falls for it always.

Silence breaks through the barrier, the barrier of which she's kept everyone out. She's secluded in her own world, the world she's trying to drown out. She's crawled into thinking, into knowing why she's lost, this maze she's been walking, Can you imagine? There are no clocks.The mirror she's been facing has been reflecting a person so hurt and confused, no matter the lines, she's still the abused. The thoughts can trigger the shaky hands, the numbness, the times she's forgot. And no matter how many times she cries she feels that all hope is lost. Darkness falls over her eyes and continues to show her why she's blind, these thoughts, these memories, she just hopes one day she'll die. Songs could play in accordance to her life and most of those would be explaining her strife. To no avail, she will not find someone, oh, someone to stop the knives. She pleads and cries, she yells her hearts suffering to the moon, but the silence, the stillness is all that looms. She lays in a bed, in bed made for sleep, but all it does is shower her with nightmares instead of dreams.


There are nights where she dreams of you and as much as she would like to stay in them forever, the distance, the pain, the absence of love is all she can remember.