Her skin was pale
as if she had never seen the sun or bathed in its rays.
She was starting to resemble a monster,
bones protruding like barbed wire
trapped under her lifeless skin.

For her, time had slowed down,
making her move like an old lady
at the age of fifteen

All color had been drained from her world.
Her dreams were vibrant as ever,
but at the rate she was going they would be forever just that.
Dreams.

She was wasting away,
Dangerously close to end up in a grave.
Her smile was forgotten by everyone.

Another heartbreak,
another mess
...
emotions lost in translation
I can't hear you
or is it you can't hear me
behind that glass wall
...
You think youre so untouchable
....
Drowning out my pain
as if it wasnt your fault
and the blame is all mine too.
...
I guess theres no reaching you
you lip-read terrible.
...
the perfect piece off the wrong puzzle.
...
Or is that me?
...
I guess youre claiming
the rest too.
...
As if i'd be nothing
with out you
...
the tide has rolled in and out
turns out
im nothing
but ****** up with you.
...
Is it lonely there?
in your self-serving glass house?
...
where my rent is a costly amount
of dignity and sanity.
...
the future i had in my grasp,
i gave up so willingly
on a rescue
has me
playing the victim,
a role
i never cherrished or intended.
...
The script
has been written
The dire twist
is about to befall
Hovering over our heads like
an executioner's sword
...
- but
just like that,
that look,
that sincerity
makes it all ok.
...
I am ready to ***** over again
...


Well played...