FicWad

Written with ink, permanent
Like the yelling and fighting, cold as cement
Permanent like these scars that I'll have forever
Scars that will never, ever...
disappear-ing now, behind my bedroom door
Weeping inside, deep down in my core
Black as the deepest shadows of the night
Shivering with fear, showing no sliver of light
But going on now, on through my life
On my face, no signs of the anguish and strife
No signs of the trapped feelings, the binding of these bars
No signs of my real life, no signs of these scars

Krista Wiese