There she sits with her thoughts drowning her.
There she sits with your judgements choking her
and stepping on her
and killing her.
You don't know how much your words are darting towards her with knives that are sharper than a needle.
It would be nice if the needle
is injecting morphine
but rather it is injecting death.
Death of an unwanted soul
that only ever dreamed to be wanted.
Death of a girl who kept on trying
and trying
to meet the standards of society.
But then even if she becomes the president of her class
or has the highest grades
it would never be enough to shield her from your never ending criticisms.
You say it as if it's a joke.
To you they are always just jokes.
But to to her those jokes are
shading away
the paths which she thought were always alight.
In the darkness under the clouds you have made from her sheding tears,
she bawls for understanding
which will never rain on her.
And while she lies on her bed
with monsters feeding
on her heart and mind,
you lie on yours sleeping soundly
with dreams of
rainbows and unicorns.
How can you ever sleep
not realizing the greatest damage
you have caused in a girl's mind?
How can you ever sleep
not knowing
that you have destroyed
her inner persona
and have shattered her dreams
right before her own innocent eyes leaving her with no choice but to
just watch.
What kind of a monster
can ever sleep with that?
What kind of a monster
can ever live with that?