I'm here
In this familiar
Place
After months
Maybe years
Without seeing
His face
And I'm fearful
Even now
Without seeing
It yet
That just being
Here
Is enough
For him to
Pull me down

It wasn't like
In the movies
Silence
And whispering
Filled the air

It wasn't like
In the movies
I was fully
Aware but
Too scared

It wasn't like
In the movies
When no means
NO
And he understands

It wasn't like
In the movies
Fighting seemed
Pointless when
He is pulling
Your hair

It wasn't like
In the movies
Because no justice
Rains on the guilty
But only on the victim

So you are. What you tell me, show her, and display for the show. So do show more. Acting as such with tight lips and loose ideas. You plead that you need to know and wish for more but shut up like clams when looked at truly in return. There is too much space between the 'you' that you shine light on and the 'you' that you hide away. Don't expect so much from the world if you're not willing to let it expect things from you. Thighter and tighter you pull on the vision you have of the world so that things seem stuck, seemless, and endless with no change in sight. A simple observation from a friend who somtimes feels like a project. No harsh words are intended in this but the moral of it all is an open door can lead to many more but behind all closed doors you'll never know.

It's an amounting pressure that builds
And binds
To a weak young girl who has nothing
In mind

She lays in her concious
But
Vicious in good time

So she wonders and ponders
All sorts of things
So she'd know just what
To say to men

'Cause if she continues
As werid as she is
She will end up alone
Sad and scared

But the truth is
My friends who've
Read

That this young girl
May was well be possibly
Dead

See to live in this
Life one must live
As it is willed
Or else it is nothing
Else but wasted
Ashes on this earth

So breath
Cry
Do as you like

But never ever
Question the power
Or life

I still believe
In what we
Could be

But we
Are so silent
It doesn't
Even matter

I still would
Like a chance
With you

But you've
Gone and forgotten
That I was just
A distraction

I still want
To know you
And what you're about

But we let
Desires get in
The way of innocence

I still wish
You'd think
Of me

But I know
It's hopeless
Writing this

It's like
The pain
You feel
After your
First cut
Slow and
Numbing
But real
All at
The same
Time

And the
Blood hits
The ground
Pooling
Beneathe you
Like rain
Drops so
Normal you
Almost forget
It's yours
And then
You remember
The sting
The cut
That brings
You back to
Reality

Thump thump
Goes your
Pulse as you
Run home
To your mother
In hopes she
Has the power
To make it
Heal much faster
And it's here
You learn
That she knows
As much as you
And your world
Is crashing
But it makes no
Sound

Tumping into
Nothing
Like air
Hitting thick air
And your breathing
Increases
But their's no
One near
To hold you
Like they know
Like they truly
Understand
No it's not
The same
It never is
So you realize
You go on
And do the
Best you can