Listening to a steady cry
Outside the wind seems so violent
As it searches far and wide for that one thing
That will hit it so hard in such a way
Where it can slowly break down..
Fall apart until it feels nothing, everythings gone
Where it can build its strength back up..
Thats how I feel.
Every day I fight and fight
I am at war with myself
I seem so strong when I feel only weak
I open the window, the wind has died down..
The cold breeze hits me naked skin
Yet I feel nothing, I am but cold..
The soft moonlight captures my tears
Is this how I am to live my life?
Sad to live.. To breathe.. To feel..
Im a girl so lost between her fears and reality
Frightened to stay awake in the shadows of my thoughts
Afraid to sleep for fear of dark memories emerging..
I sit on the windowsill thinking.. Searching..
Wondering if I have placed all this upon myself
Or whether fate is having a laugh at my expense.
The wind picks up once again..
It becomes harsh and cruel, or so it seems
Dark echos scream pain and destruction
Is it from the wind or a little girl who cries..
A girl in the shape of a young woman
Who silently weeps in the wind
