She wrote your name on her paper heart Swore to hold you close But you could not see fragility Under blue skies, rain, or smoke And just like that she tried to hide The rip, the tear, the pain Your gushing river tore her apart Like papered artwork in the rain.
Oh, Time, you are my mortal enemy. Woe to those who wallow in your foul play. Like a monarch ruling one’s sanity, You dictate my every move night and day.
From your iron shackles release me now, A slave to the drudgery of routine. For when a youth to you I did not bow, Coming of age entails pain unforeseen.
Family forsaken as work prevails. Rest is absent amid hectic duties. Allocation of your daily wage derails Your subjects from life's priorities.
Perhaps when I’m senile I’ll smile. But for now, I will mourn all the while.
She's proud of herself and she won't tell you why It's been almost a week since she last even tried But the voices won't stop and today they won Will she go for the blade or end it all with a gun?
After hours of crying and arguing with herself She gives in and opens the hidden box in her shelf Overwhelmed with emotions she selects her blade Oddly delighted with the choice that she's made
So once again she takes a razor to her vein Without even flinching and feeling no pain Well there is pain of course but it is mistaken for praise She is lacking in judgment because of the daze
She sits there emotionless as blood pours from her wrist Giving in to that feeling she's so long resist A smile crosses her face as it spills down her arm She's caught in the evil we know as self harm