PSP-Brushes Books by ~lilianxisxdead

In the house of silence the walls become thickerIn the house of silence by ~lilianxisxdead
the floors are like a labyrinth
the way out is locked from the inside
reality is far away
nothing matters
just knowing I am there is comforting
the house is now like a dungeon
the windows are dirty
only small rays of light shine inside
the house is empty expect of me
I'm still there
20 years
2 decades
I won't leave
I can't
will never


Cut it out cryptic, confusing piecesCut it out by ~lilianxisxdead
have to be put together
a whole life on the examining table
Do you know where to start ?
Are you sure that's where it began ?
look closer - you'll get lost in the detail
standing too far away - you'll miss the important
experiences so neatly cut out and written down
my mind is tricking me again
You can't put pain in to words
are there words for love that really fit ?
phrases give a clue
"I long for the slap of a belt across my back"
"I can't make it hurt enough"
"You learn to love the pain"
"Anger can fuel but never enough, never enough"