1-15-10 the Wind Screams
The screams I never muttered, echo in the air,
Dancing with the dead leaves, I cant help but to stare,
The tears I stopped crying, begin to fall as rain,
My body achs, tormented in the memory of this pain,
The days are growing closer to the day I die each year,
It wont escape my mind, as long ago, it burned its self there,
My heart is breaking softly, its crumbeling in guilt,
Of what he did to me, and what I let happen to myself,
I wonder if Ill ever get past the masquerade,
I wonder if the memories will ever go away,
Im lost and alone, and no one sees my pain,
The end of February I will die again, every year its the same,
Shame I will drowned in, it will bleed through my scars,
And all that will be left is me on the floor,
The wind is blowing roughly, it whips the world around,
But lost among my memories, I wont make a sound,
Lost among my nightmares, Ill still sit upon the ground,
The screams I never mumbled, echo in the air,
Their shrieking, scared, and painfilled, and still no one will ever hear.
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