Silence.

And so it is, once more.

A weary head, falling asleep.

Nights of the same.

Again and again.

This is what will become of me.

An empty bedroom, a clenched stomach.

My heart is grinding against my chest.

The door is locked, he hands me the key.

A little less cold.

My fingers release the grip.

...safe?

And so it goes, the first time.

A bag. A card. A note.

My heart relentlessly pounding.

My tongue involuntarily licks my lips.

bite.

My head is a buzz, laugh and laugh.

A voice in my head tries to tell me,

Warns me to be safe when I party.

But I can't listen anymore.

I can't hear.

My body is confused and feels broken.

I touch. I stroke. I shake my hair.

A head to my chest.

Listens to my disgusting heart.

yours.

I am free now, a pretty dress adorns me.

My bare hands a symbol of what is lost.

And yet a kiss still lingers on my lips.

Waiting to be shared.

never.

With all this madness...

I feel alive.

Yet pushing on without me,

I am so silent now.