Daggers to my heart


They are not conversations
They are conversations
Waiting to turn into fights
Day by Day
Every day is a battle
I have nothing
No one
Except the screaming
That burns
I can’t take another night like this
I can’t take another fight like this
I went upstairs to ask a question
And the words get thrown at my
And they strike
Daggers to my heart




Silence, ceased screaming

Nightmares as I shake, dreaming

The only thing more haunting

Then the shrieking

Is the aftermath

The dead silence

It swallows up my comfort

The sound of silence

Is warfare in my soul