Her ears ring in silence.
Her finger tips sting from infliction's.
Her mouth unmotivated to speak.
Her eyes lurk but see no light.
Defeat to misery is the only thing she smells.
She wants to scream but it comes to no use.
Nobody ever hears her, no matter how close.
She seeks vengeance... or maybe just refuge.
She will fake it through another day in oblivion.
Her skin is raw, scrubbing the days pain away.
Her body full of scars.
She scrubs, cuts, picks, and scars herself silently.
She knows she is alone. Drenched in hallucinations.
She runs..run's as fast as she can.
Always one foot on the ground.
She never gets far enough to save her from herself.
The only escape is her own pain.
Drain it, leak it out. Make it all disappear.
Her thoughts are haunting.
She stitches up her lips because nobody ever listens.
Her insides grow cold, full of spider webs and mistakes.
She stitches up her eyes to keep no hope.
"Hope"... she is exhausted of such a word
that will never be.
She covers every mirror and every window,
So nothing can pour in and she can't see no
more filth, disgust and lies.
She draws life size wings on her bedroom
wall and pretends to fly,
With both feet still on the ground.
She is looking forward to the day she can break free.
