Her sullen face is hidden
behind a painted porcelain mask
that hides her desolate mind
as she falls into nothing.
Imagining the amount of blood
as it pours over the cold white tiles
like red wine into an empty glass.
Missing the blade as it penetrates
leaving scars like a sculpture,
turning pain into something beautiful.
What is to come of life
when all she seems to see is
a miserable and dire ending
to her own and her dreams.
It's not solvable, it's insoluble
as she's still hiding it all
behind a painted porcelain mask.
One thing to ask of you
as you undoubtedly finish:
Who can save her?
Can save her from her mind?