Ghosts in the corner of your eyes,
Haunt and taunt you despite disguise.
You can’t hide what you have done,
Their tormenting has only just begun.
You can’t hide from them anywhere,
They can find you here, and find you there.
Ghostly visions of a tormented place,
Where you must ever await saving grace.
K. Aldaya, 10/10/04
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I can’t touch anything now,
It’s all coming again,
These feelings I can’t escape,
From things that happened back then.
I burn from the inside out,
Losing realities grip.
Touching things made of soft,
That turn stone as a moment does slip.
How can the body keep living,
With the residue of the mind,
Haunting every motion.
A life sentence of rewind.
Please let this all be over.
I can’t take all this again.
Pitted against the recall,
Of closing off from the pain.
K. Aldaya, 10/10/04
Picture: “Dead Inside” by Pure-Poison89 on Deviant Art; http://pure-poison89.deviantart.com/art/Dead-inside-280258615
Everything on this Earth tells me I shouldn’t be here.
From the day of my birth, through each and every year.
Wishing I weren’t here.
Nothing I do is right.
I think unlike the masses.
Tossed into the night as time flows and passes.
Rejection here amasses.
K. Aldaya, 9/23/04
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Who again said “words can’t hurt you”?
That somehow words just flow right through?
I would rather be stabbed in head,
Than stabbed in back with words they’ve said.
Tearing people down with words,
Is the forte of cowards.
No scar left to show the attack,
They get away with every smack.
Never punished for their crimes,
Judicial records hold no times.
Though they injure to the soul,
Kill all that makes a person whole.
A scar, a cut, a bruise can heal,
But ever will those insults feel.
As if they were just said today,
Repeating in head the same way.
Can’t escape the memories,
They consume like a disease.
Go away! Stop yelling!
Don’t worry. There’s no telling!
No one cares that you slaughtered,
Cut my heart with every word.
You will get away with it,
Go ahead. Hit and hit!
Like you always say,
I deserve it anyway.
I wish you’d smack me this time.
You always threaten to, each time.
Hold your hand up like you will,
Instead throw the dog for a thrill.
Hear it crying and me too,
But hit me you will not do.
For you knew that I would wear,
Something that showed you were there.
You’re a coward. You knew,
My mom could punish me for you.
And no dirty work on hands,
From the toiling of your plans.
Who again said “words can’t hurt you”,
If only the hurt from words they knew.
K. Aldaya, 9/18/04
Picture: “Words Hurt” by Skittles-And-Zombies on Deviant Art; http://www.deviantart.com/art/Words-Hurt-350592892
Dear ‘God’, please remember me when I reach heaven’s ingress.
Hold me close as can be, for I have such loneliness.
Dear ‘God’, why do they all leave?
Why always left here alone?
Daily soul to grieve and grieve,
‘Til my heart is dead as stone.
Dear ‘God’, I’ll pretend you’re here.
Standing next to me smiling.
Glancing at me so dear,
This dream keeps me trying.
Dear ‘God’, would you stay always,
With this ‘lone forsaken soul?
Upon which none do gaze,
Left by the world unwhole.
Dear ‘God’, maybe you care for me?
People pass me on their way,
But don’t care to know me,
A lonely castaway.
K. Aldaya, 9/16/04
Picture: by dear_wes on Weheartit.com; http://weheartit.com/entry/65224866/via/dear_wes
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
