Scared. Intoxicated and drunk, Spitting out words until my breath has sunk, Full of venom and heart stopping acid, Today's not the day I remain placid, Every unknown voice is leaving me disoriented, Nothing can stop what I've anticipated, My eyes snap shut hoping to block it all out, Hoping to shut out every ear shattering sound, Suddenly a silence so deadly urges me to freeze, Too late to realize my hands been touched with their filthy disease, And now, They will fulfil their sick fantasies.

Pretend Pretty smile on her face, No one knows it's a race, She's trying to win it all, So in the end she's standing tall, She's confident, loud, witty and smart, Has practiced too well to play the part, But what they don't know is that it's pretend, It's not like they'll notice when it will end.

Guilt. It's a feeling that makes your blood run cold, your heart beat fast, and it's something that fills your stomach with dread. No one knows what it's like to witness the overbearing guilt. It's overwhelming and it's something that makes you regret. You blame yourself and only yourself. Shame. Anger. Regret. Mixed all together is a terribly horrifying recipe. Guilt's the only feeling I can't help, it's the only time no one can help me.

Memories Remembering all the bitter memories, yet wishing they would play out in front of you again.

Forgiveness. You know who's strong? The people who hold out on their hate. Because everyone knows the amount of strength you have to put in on trying to ignore someone who once meant the world to you. It's acknowledging the fact that they need to take you seriously. Everyone makes mistakes, but some keep making the same ones over and over. Don't forgive them if you know you're stronger without them. Don't, unless your heart tells you otherwise.