Trace of hot tears
Fallen, hardened, dried...

His eyes almost black
As his fist came closer...

Hold my hand, I don't know if I can take it,
not on my own, at least. I really could use...

I cannot stop your mother from drinking...
I cannot keep your father from returning home and...

You both tell me you are sorry, with the same...
I should maybe say, “thank you...

**I've never posted this one anywhere...doesn't...
[When I look in the mirror...

My punishment?
I’m burning already...

Withered away
Color fades...

Spend so many moments in a day
Worrying about what others think...

(One of my firsts..somewhat similar to "His...
His eyes are black now...

I love you because…
I love you because of the way you treat me...

A battle of words between them
She felt her cold, hard heart had been revealed...