The voices in her head get louder as the night grows old.
They feed her the truth to her denial, the reveal the monsters in her heaven.
She refuses to see what is in front of her because she isn't strong enough to handle it.
She cuts back and lets loose.
She has created a world where everything is fine.
Completely f-i-n-e.
That word there is a lie alone.
It pierces through any walls thrown up, its deceiving like the smile upon her face.
The girl who fought a million battles.
A million battles within her mind.
Let loose and let go, everything will be alright.
The comforting words that lack comfort.
What are words when there's nothing behind them?
Slurred phrases upon a page that will make you understand.
You will understand absolutely nothing.
Because she is nothing.
Her thoughts are nothing.
Her opinions.
Her voice.
Her looks.
Her ideas.
Her existence.
They all amount to nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Who understands nothing when nothing isn't really there?
Who can know someone that barely knows them self?
How can somebody like, hate, or even love someone who isn't even found?
You can't, you don't, you won't.
Because it is impossible.
As impossible as revealing her emotions.
She is emotionless- just like a robot.
Like this sea of thoughts slurred upon this white blank page.
Put her where she belongs, bury the seal.
She doesn't belong.
She tries to belong but ends up just hurting others or getting hurt.
Everything will be alright, you promised.
If there is something she has learned about life it is that life is often tragic.
Pain is everywhere, no matter how much you try to avoid it and everyone is bound to leave at one point in life.
She refuses to accept you are gone, you're coming back.
You have to.
What would you have to say to that?
