im locking my own doors. closing myself in from the outside. shes screaming but out my mouth reigns silence. quietly i follow but shes kicking in the walls. what can i do? mourn in myself or fall to my knees in public. i can never fall, i was never taught, so let me sit in this torture chamber, let her beat below the surface, we'll be of no like in public and cry together in secret. Ill be perfect like they want.
March 10, 2009