The room was quiet;
Only the occasional turn of a page here and there...

You are my light in the dark;
My dream in reality...

How is it possible to feel everything and nothing...
Like the moon and stars have both collided...

Are you lost in the trees?
Or are you only playing games...

This lost letter;
Was written in my tears...

It's a new feather of hope;
Delicate, fragile, thin as ice...

Raw emotions viciously claw at my throat,
I used to tell myself it was all a dream...

A circle of emotion swirls in my heart,
As I read what I had once wrote line by line...

For someone who had once been so outgoing,
I had drew back my curtains and hid...

At nine years old,
She cried in her room...

Memories flash across my eyelids,
Blood flows like a delicate waterfall...

Rain crashes down like the words,
So cruel and humiliating...