The quietest friend
2002-05-15 23:59:49 (UTC)


Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl
it feeds on lonliness and creates a void.
Grey secrets haunt, torment and torture
a little girl is stricken and then destroyed.

There is no laughter or happiness here
this little girl has given up today.
Somber, melancholy moods decay her soul
it is futile to hope or dream or pray.

Emptiness builds a home in this child,
this girl, this woman where hollows have bred.
A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes
and eats away at every connecting thread.

Confusion feeds like a savage inside me
leaving nothing considered worthy.
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
alone, exiled, different and disdained.