May 2013
You never see past the fake smile that is plastered on
You never see the BrOkEneSs that has embedded itself in her soul
She never cries for fear that someone will see how broken she truly is
She waits for a hero
Day after day scars appear on her arms because she has such a desire to control at least one aspect of the pain that torments her
She screams at night wondering who will come and rescue her
When will her tormenters stop persecuting her
Day by day she waits for her hero until she can wait no more
She writes her last words down
She takes the pills and swallows - swallows - swallows
One by one the pills slowly take action ripping her insides to shreds until she takes her last breath
Will anyone mourn her loss?
You never see the BrOkEneSs that has embedded itself in her soul
She never cries for fear that someone will see how broken she truly is
She waits for a hero
Day after day scars appear on her arms because she has such a desire to control at least one aspect of the pain that torments her
She screams at night wondering who will come and rescue her
When will her tormenters stop persecuting her
Day by day she waits for her hero until she can wait no more
She writes her last words down
She takes the pills and swallows - swallows - swallows
One by one the pills slowly take action ripping her insides to shreds until she takes her last breath
Will anyone mourn her loss?
Not much of a poem, but I mostly just wrote down the first things that came to my head.
