How many more deaths can she take,
When she is on the verge and ready to break.
She always blames herself no matter the reason,
Her heart is always so cold no matter what the season.
It would have dug deep and shattered her heart,
If it had not been numb from the start.
Her heart has been turned into solid ice,
And her personality went from sugar to spice.
She doesn't admit it but their words cut deep,
And she hopes to fall into an eternal sleep.
All her pain started as a shallow Storm,
But now leaves her wishing she was never born.
