Eyes That Tell a Story of Solitude and Fear

Eyes that tell a story of solitude and fear. Tears that mean much than crying whenever it is here. Bottles hold more than drink when rage can't disappear The silence of internal screaming when no one wants to hear. The bruises and the bleeding for nothing except being near. The door slamming and beating, the value of life soon disappears. Encourage it to drink more until it's legs won't let it stand. Encourage it to hit more until it breaks it's hand The darkness of night echoes deep within my soul. Now that it's passed out and I stand prepared to go I watch it try to sleep as hate beats out from my heart. I wish that it would fall silent, but I don't have the strength of will for that! I stand alone in this night with nothing to my name. No family, friends or people care if I'm living I built my home around it, when it was a him. I once was proud to say that I loved it, sorry, that I loved him. Alcohol was his mistress and she can destroy so cold. Now I have nothing, now I have nothing.......... But I will die before I go back home