tear stained pillows while she slept last night you came in to kiss her head that's when you realized the blood stains on her bed you whispered your apologies for your outburst again last night and promised to yourself it would be the last time but you noticed her wrist in horror and her pale blood drained face you held her cold hand in yours reminiscing at her bruises but it was far too late you had come to kiss your daughter on the head because now the damage was done and your only daughter dead

hidden seashells I am the shell you collect off the sandy clear shores engraved with journeys and stories polished and chipped by the tides portraying silence but only to the eyes held close is the whisper the soft hum the crashing roar of tales eyes cannot see hidden so long under sand you've finally uncovered me

Your Love was the Sweetest Lie You promised me forever you looked me in the eyes well darling now I realize that was the biggest lie my heart is dead already but I'll keep my body alive so I'll stay in this reality and let all feelings die for feelings are to delicate and people have a tendency to lie