Silent pictures hang on bland white walls

Smiling faces of long ago,

So innocent and sweet back then

not so lost and so alone;

I didn’t know the pain I’ve felt,

I only remember the bliss

My dreams and hopes have disappeared

and I suffer from memory’s bitter kiss;

Fake smiles hang on walls that once had kept me safe,

Glass and blood and memories mix

within a shattered frame

The continuum of child-like faith lost its shining gleam

And the tears that I had held back

Now form a silent stream

Silent pictures only bring reminders of my pain

they only make me feel so lost

and fill me full of shame