Crying Women: 1

Screaming On A Silent Hill

I once existed in my past.

I too once existed in my past,

Now I am nothing but a relic of your deeds.

Fighting with my own emotions,

Playing a victim of your part.

Metal, iron crawling up my skirt,

Pencils on my thighs, bood on your shirt.

Why did you open the door?

Now the mind, my window, is sore.

No, these on my face aren't wrinkles,

But tear trails ever since you happened.

What you smell aren't daisies and sweet roses,

Artificial perfumes to cover up my shame.

Everyday I die.

Everytime I lie,

Awake in my dreams.

My soul burried in my sleep,

'Cos my reality is just a dream.

"Save me from you", save me

I'm going to jump.

Crying, let me go

You are still in the dark.