It is always her words
that jump into my head...

I never thought I'd need you again,
thought I had turned a page...

Exhausted from this hurricane
of confusion and fear...

I can always depend on my knife
to get me through the trauma...

Two small voices battle inside of me
as this addiction now controls me...

Never in my life
have I struggled to breathe this much...

People will always hurt you
as long as you give them a chance to...

I often wondered
if you really knew me at all...

I haven't slept in weeks,
wishing that I didn't have...

You don't have to speak
or justify your exit to me...

I push everyone so far away
because no matter how hard I try...

Words that scar the heart
repeat through every dark cloud...