Our Childhood Voids

could be dying tomorrow Death would be a heart piecing arrow Fading away from the very core including the bone marrow I should be dying tomorrow My smile shines every hour But its the heart that needs power Breaking into pieces by agony I laugh I laugh so loud Until the only voice heard is mine Mine,pain it has been so intreached in me As though I am the reason it exists Mine,anger I am so angry I am angry I did not have a normal childhood I am angry am not having a normal womanhood Mine,love Its intense to me Yet blocked to them Mine,pain again I cut it out of me Now and then Mine pain again Its in my bloodstream I should end the circulation Blue skin,no breathe Dreams do come true Mine,no breath In tears they are Its tomorrow morning, Gasping Twiching Suffocating Am dying Dying from Mine Mine pain Mine anger Mine love Mine pain again Mine pain again Am dead....... Its late tomorrow Pulse... I re-born.