Songs&poems

Her (poem)

I dream of a different world.
One of perfection, and no hurt.
Things that get lost in the imagination of a small girl.
Her words rooted in hate, and sadness.
Screaming music as she twirls and punches.
And intricate dance to a song only she can hear.
Drugs coursing through her veins as she tries to find something she fits with.
Struggles at night with the monsters.
Not the ones under her bed, but with the ones in her heart and mind.
They scream to be heard, rattling the cage they are in.
Awakened with a sweat she sits bolt right in bed.
Her mind wanders and she falls back into an uneasy sleep.
Because she wants to dream of that perfect world.
One where nobody is hurt and everyone loves.
But her mind is a dark place that most cannot understand.
All they see is the scars upon her skin and the ink that litters her arms.
She's dying inside and nobody understands.
Nobody.

She lives inside the heart of any that has been touched with pain.
She lives in any that lets her in.
All she wants is to be heard.
To tell her side of the story; one that most have never heard.
Her story is sad, and has desperation written in blood.
Churches filled with demons, as no place is pure.
All are tainted with disbelief and regret.
They stare at her.

Watching.
Seeing.
Breathing.
Knowing.

She is you, and you are her.

You just don't know it yet..