what befalls when  a women
sheds her humanity
on the pages of a diary

she watches the altercation
slip away
her consciousness lies alone

their waiting for others
to care to read

you may see a split soul that weeps

when you see my words
my feelings
you see that we are not perfect

I've been on my knees
invoking
anticipating

what happens to a soul
that bleeds
trapped inside it's own
emotions

do we relinquish
our feelings
to a broken personality
that bleeds

letting it consume us
falling apart
unable to forget the pain

by scarlet rose