Their lips sewed with thick thread
Weaving in and out
Between the pink flesh of desire
Holding a voice hostage

A voice that has so much to tell
Yearning for a ear to listen
But who would give it a chance
If it didn't have one to begin with

Oh little one
You are so ******* depressed
Trying to convince them wrong
You might as well save your breath

Ridicule and Revenge
One can't work without the other
Words turn into Weapons
As silence no longer have effect

Silence
The most cherished thing I hate
It puts you on a pedestal
Not of praise but of  humiliation

Wearing your heart on your sleeve
An easy prey to lure
After so much taunt
Why bother to hide it anymore

Abusing every helpful hand
You can manage to clench on to
Dragging them down with you
Until you drain them bone thin

She Created Her own Sadness
And consume those that try to help
If she wasn't so sad all the time
Maybe she would still be alive