Cut into her skin to see what she’s made of
Her bones shake with noise
Her heart beats a rhythm
Her blood flows to a melody that escapes
with every slice of her vein
Though they say she’s beautiful
They don’t see the scars of battle
There is no peacetime in this war.
She’s tired.
They say “keep fighting”
but they don’t know
that she gave up long ago
You see, there is a monster that can’t be killed.
It will win in the end
No matter how much she puts in.
This is no fight.
It is a bloodbath
There is no coming back.
Capsules unload down her throat and her eyes close
She’s tired.
She swallows the poison with no hesitation
and lays on her bed
whiskey by her head.
She never knew the appeal of the drink
but figured it would do the trick.
All she ever wanted in life was the sleep when she was sick.
They told her she was born with illness in her mind
and too much compassion.
They said she should look out for herself
so she looked into her heart
She saw the exhaustion and knew what to do.
She fell asleep and will never come to.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
Cut into her skin to see what she’s made of
Her bones shake with noise
Her heart beats a rhythm
Her blood flows to a melody that escapes
with every slice of her vein
Though they say she’s beautiful
They don’t see the scars of battle
There is no peacetime in this war.
She’s tired.
They say “keep fighting”
but they don’t know
that she gave up long ago
You see, there is a monster that can’t be killed.
It will win in the end
No matter how much she puts in.
This is no fight.
It is a bloodbath
There is no coming back.
Capsules unload down her throat and her eyes close
She’s tired.
She swallows the poison with no hesitation
and lays on her bed
whiskey by her head.
She never knew the appeal of the drink
but figured it would do the trick.
All she ever wanted in life was the sleep when she was sick.
They told her she was born with illness in her mind
and too much compassion.
They said she should look out for herself
so she looked into her heart
She saw the exhaustion and knew what to do.
She fell asleep and will never come to.
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