Tear Trails
Fighting, screaming, insults.
Pain.
Escape to a different world, where this is only an unpleasent distant memory.
Hurt.
But there is no where to run, no where to hide.
For when you come back, pain is still at your side.
Guilt.
Did I do something to cause this? Am I the one to blame?
Tears.
Their shouts sting like shards of glass, piercing into my skin.
Tears streak down my face, creating a trail that no one else will ever see.
Fear.
What will become of me?
Shout.
I would, but who would hear me if I did?
Pain.
Escape to a different world, where this is only an unpleasent distant memory.
Hurt.
But there is no where to run, no where to hide.
For when you come back, pain is still at your side.
Guilt.
Did I do something to cause this? Am I the one to blame?
Tears.
Their shouts sting like shards of glass, piercing into my skin.
Tears streak down my face, creating a trail that no one else will ever see.
Fear.
What will become of me?
Shout.
I would, but who would hear me if I did?