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"