Its okay She whispers to herself Its okay But is it!? She gave everything she had For whom she let down her walls She squeezed the daisies of stars, fireflies, out of her bruised soul Along With a frost of lilies on pond of moonlit hopes, About life. She Unstiched all the dark tales from the other part of the soul that she had squeezed. And then carved it into his heart. For whom she lowered her walls down for. Lefting behind Silently slipping blood From an unstiched wound. While laying at the edge of her life Her suffering and pain was horribly discreet. He has witnessed all her bruised bloodstained thing, She has died many deaths for this silemt sufferings But her ear screeching cries Never made it to his heart. He defended his soul .. By stepping upon her misery And laid it as a matter of perception Upon her. Eventually he was cheering up with all the new souls tht he got into. And turned out, he lose his concern For a damaged *******. All the magical things squeezed from the Bruised soul. Turned into dust Endles dust.. A very broken girl who die everyday She collapsed on the floor She whispered unconsciously "Its okay" Knowing its not. She whispered again.. With hanging dark circled Crimson eyes. Breathing heavily As if she was lifting stone with each inhale "Didnt i tell you, my love"? "You're existence only exists in being alone"