16Jasmine16

My head hurts. It pounds within my skull. A quiet sigh escapes my dry lips. I'm staring at the floor. Avoiding those glaring eyes, a snarling mouth. In an attempt to escape this bitter reality, I think of that one thing that brings me happiness. You. Words still pummel me. I'm slowly breaking. Every critism, every shriek. It's wearing down on my soul. But I think of tomorrow, when I can see you. Your voice will lift me. You make me cry in joy after I cry from pain stemmed from verbal abuse. Flying through the house, out the door. I tear down the street, as tear drops slide down my face. I call for you, wanting you here. But you don't come. Y