Hidden in the shadows of your mind my soul is diening from loss of affection. You cast my out long ago and tears now stain the memories like the blood stains my wrists. The pain is never-ending, just like the torment you put me through. Where I am now I can no longer hear your lies as the tears continue to fall into the abyss that was once my flawless soul. You may raise in anger your words may be hurtful but it's better then your "sweet" silence not more tears now...for the river that fed them has dried for I can no longer hear you calling my name for the blood stopped flowing down my wrists and my screams will no longer be hear for my soul died long ago but now my body no longer has to death with the torment and has the freedom only death can give.
