Who is the woman,
Who has grey eyes?
She doesn't laugh at jokes,
Only gets a ghost
Of smiles past.
Her eyes glaze over a little more each day.
She has beautiful hair,
Gone tangled.
She used to kiss with passion,
But now she kisses the manlike a robot,
Trying to stay alive.
The woman catches the man's fists,
And runs to her room.
Helpless.
Hopeless.
The man comes in,
And takes what he wants,
But she no longer feels it-
She is numb.
She carefully draws on herself in red:
Look at me, do you feel strong NOW?
The red runs down her wrists,
As she takes her final breath.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
Who is the woman,
Who has grey eyes?
She doesn't laugh at jokes,
Only gets a ghost
Of smiles past.
Her eyes glaze over a little more each day.
She has beautiful hair,
Gone tangled.
She used to kiss with passion,
But now she kisses the manlike a robot,
Trying to stay alive.
The woman catches the man's fists,
And runs to her room.
Helpless.
Hopeless.
The man comes in,
And takes what he wants,
But she no longer feels it-
She is numb.
She carefully draws on herself in red:
Look at me, do you feel strong NOW?
The red runs down her wrists,
As she takes her final breath.
