she stay inside crying alone,
as her brain can't comprehend the damage you've done.
Did you ever want me,I know that one as you did not.
Though she questions how one can fake such love.
How does one have the horrible skill.
of making it so real ever since that day on the hill.
You left a hole in my heart,
but not for you to fill.
Now i'm desperate for someone who contains truths.
Who will love me not use me up,
till i'm exhausted after a fake fake love.
Why do you do this,
your a monster inside and out.
How did i stand aside as i watched you shout,
tear down the people that were in the way without a doubt.
Then when there gone,
you no longer need,
the one that loves you most.
And will grieve as you tear her down to the bone.
You smile and laugh as she breaks as a whole.
Giving up on the one love and replacing it with coal.
As she tries to fill that whole with pain and self hate.
Even though she knows it wont work she still does it to this day.
She knows that not anytime soon will that void be filled with that thick black clay,
infecting her like a hurricane on a cold winter's day.
She gives up on hope knowing that no matter who she picks.
They will never love her not even a bit.
She moans and grieves because she knows,
she's never loved anyone quite that much.
She put everything her heart and soul,
only into something that would send her into a whole.
As she falls she watches as thoughts join.
Worrying that she might say something that will make her seem weird
and then they'll hate her as she fears.
Although it probably won't happen.
The thought still lingers leaving behind,
a trail a energy evil as the trust,
that she lost in that forsaken love.
Telling her she's ugly inside and out.
Bringing up comments that linger from the past.
Even if something small is mentioned by someone near,
she can't escape this might war.
Against her mind that kills her spirit.
She questions her life is it worth it.
She stops last minute because she's a wimp,
as death plays the roll of her biggest fear and
she can't just do it.
She cries for help,
but not out loud.
As she knows there's no one around,
that will help her to fight the war,
the war that never ends,
like a grumpy storm...
-Rosa-May Bewg