the mornings were a symbol of heart aches. the new days felt worse than the yesterdays. the fake smiles and broken eyes, the bitter thoughts. the untied shoes laces, the echoes of alarm clocks ringing in your ears as you try to smile. the chipped nail polish, the unhealed broken bones, the sour rain only washing your life-less feet down the street. the conversations left silent, waiting for the words to speak themselves. the needy phone calls, the lonely life filled with mistakes. the unfair times, the consistent tugs of your shirt reminding you of the expectations to be made. the times you would drag your feet, and not brush your hair. the feelings of broken glass asking you if you finished your homework. the sad songs written, the salty tear stains. the dark rooms. the empty bottles of heart glue. the sunless days. the cuts and splinters friends left, for you to heal yourself. the bleeding lips. the cruel and forgotten words. the never returned letters. the for sale signs. the bitterness of 5 year foolishness.
the all.
lets fill this silence with cries.
the markings of a colorless girl.
