[August 16, 2016]

Her tears fall like glistening rain
Shimmering in brilliance, mirroring her pain
Her suffering revealed with drops that stain
Depression is laid open, showers from her veins

 He stands behind her, watching her silent struggle
He sees the dripping blood, but ignores the puddle
She stands with a knife, ready to crumble
He doesn't move, he watches her stumble

 Alone in her life, she slowly cuts away
Hoping to heal, but the wounds remain
And behind her he stands far too late
He watches her cut, but thinks she's okay

 The wounds get deeper, her sorrow deepens
She keeps getting weaker from her demons
She hides behind a smile, behind broken feelings
Until her weeping turns into eternal dreaming 

She is gone, but a stain remains
Upon the floor lies her broken chains
Alone in the doorway he mirrors her pain
Blood drips again in this world of stains