Affection of Abuse

pitter-patter sounds the drops of rain it hits hard againts the window collecting the puddles of trouble to gain the mistakes permanent for tomorrow the clouds still grey, air is still fire is still burning and the heat is stronger So many thoughts that fill pressure too hold within longer Alert thickens as I lean in Blood rises as I begin to touch The line between hope is getting thin I'm not able to hold onto that much Rain drops sneak in and stream down Glass shatters down and water on the ground melancholy sinks deeper into me, as I drown Action rises, while silence hushes the sound As it gets more harsh, I cover my eyes Don't want this to take place, please stop Rain lessons down, fading away as it dries Laying on the floor speechless, seeing hope drop Breathing and shaking, traumatized Wander off to a mindless sense of denial Left in a place to be ordealized The choices keep running with no style Flashbacks and memories, haunt Wishing for the tricks of the imagination That power taken from me begins to taunt Finding a better self imitation Wound up in such distress Soaking in thoughtful pain the truth is hard to confess yet it makes me so strain No one wanting to stop and to aid It gives so much damage from the ignorance the only reflecting truth is the blade Each slash gives a disturbance Red blood seems more cold then rain, and the use Time ticks by, this is all I can bare Escaping and hiding, as the affection of abuse The reflection from the window is a lifeless stare © since Thursday December 6 2007 - 2008 and present