Drowning In The Liquid Skies

The pen said she was angry
The paper tells of hurt
The walls wince at her name
The diary screams alert

The carpet feels her tears
The window tries giving life
The text has her love's name
Plus "babe I've used the knife"

The blade tells tales of cutting
The air give light of blood
The pictures smile at happy times
Life liquid complains of floods

The clock tells her past
The candle speaks of lonely nights
The diary re-enters the scene
And tells of her gave up fights

Her skin said she was depressed
Her eyes cannot reply
Her mind knows clearly
She has told people a lie

Her tongue says it was trapped
Her real feelings not to define
Her lips tell of sorrow
Pretending she is fine

The soul rises and re-explains
That the girl before us flies
She will go to a darker place
Drowning in the liquid skies