Dear [insert name here],
This is For:
A girl made out of glass,
The world sees only her mask.
A shattered scarlet smile,
It might be the blood
of those who broke her heart
The weeping willow tree,
It weeps for what it sees
The boy that ‘cannot love.’
He only does what he is told
This broken-hearted ‘thing,’
They call me ‘freak’
A ‘left-behind-but-safe,’
There is no real safe place
A queen who can’t want ‘life’
Or love, or anything at all
A silent mourning scream,
No one hears her call
The banished lovers lost,
Because there are so many
And for
The undead ones who miss Hell.
Because they know
Hell,
Is better than this place
Where everything is pretty
And everything is 'normal'
Or it is worth
less
Than nothing at all.
Sincerely,
Someone With Things to Say
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
Dear [insert name here],
This is For:
A girl made out of glass,
The world sees only her mask.
A shattered scarlet smile,
It might be the blood
of those who broke her heart
The weeping willow tree,
It weeps for what it sees
The boy that ‘cannot love.’
He only does what he is told
This broken-hearted ‘thing,’
They call me ‘freak’
A ‘left-behind-but-safe,’
There is no real safe place
A queen who can’t want ‘life’
Or love, or anything at all
A silent mourning scream,
No one hears her call
The banished lovers lost,
Because there are so many
And for
The undead ones who miss Hell.
Because they know
Hell,
Is better than this place
Where everything is pretty
And everything is 'normal'
Or it is worth
less
Than nothing at all.
Sincerely,
Someone With Things to Say
Because there are broken, banished, silenced, forgotten, and hurting people everywhere. Because even if I'm going to Hell for the things I've said and done, I know that there will be people there with me who understand.
© KMH 2018
