The first time you forced me to apologize, I fought,

You took a knife and brought me to my knees, I was caught,

Still I said I can’t.

He cut me by my arm, slowly and enjoyed how I cried,

Please stop I wispered, and a tear was bleeding inside,

So I said..

I’m sorry, hard to say those words without a meaning,

But it wasn’t good enough, in the end I was screaming,

Inside, outside, it doesn’t matter.

Deserving each and every bleeding scar he made,

Closed my eyes cause I turned to be afraid,

Maybe it’s was for the better.

Sleepless nights, laying awake,

With eyes wide open I begin to shake,

When I’m thinking of you.

Bleeding till I end on the floor,

Crying, trying to crawl to the door,

But you had to pursue.

No where I could go to when you threw me out,

With the belt on my back I screamed and shout,

But it wasn’t like the times before.

Tried to walk away but you learned me to regret,

Fell on the bed which I’m trying to forget,

Calling me a bitch, a whore.

13-07-2007 om 12:18 geschreven door Sherezade  

How a smile could change so fast,

How the future can be the past,

Tommorrow or today won’t be our history.

A tear can be followed by a scream,

Dark nightmaires from an empty dream,

But people like to think it’s a mystery.

Emptiness forbidden by lonely hearts,

How pain can cut us in two parts,

A word won’t stay only a word.

Confessions made by a bleeding fool,

They say it’s not, I say it’s cruel,

Like they haven’t heard.

13-07-2007 om 12:16 geschreven door Sherezade