mentally wrecked
internally scared
tears that don’t sing
and nights without stars
secrets hidden in empty rooms
behind lock doors
where emptiness consumes
drifting away 
across black skies along the shore
where hates becomes ripe
Trust, don’t live here anymore
I can still smell your scent
the day you violated my innocence
when your hands touched my sacred waters
where rivers were never sent
one moment in time became It
It is anything that stops the pain
dry and weary in a field of smoke
I wish that it would rain
Yet I hide my wounds behind a broken face
in a broken place
behind a broken vase
wishing someone could remove
what was harshly placed
so I can smile again one day