Her darkened shadow creeps along the blood-stained walls
Her once happiness has now condemns her to Hell
She stumbles to find love, but fails and always falls
If you ever looked at her, you would not be able to tell.
She’s hiding because she’s gone
She’s gone because she’s dead
But when she dies, life isn’t done.
She wakes in fright on her death bed.
Her solitude, her agony, her nightmare
They never leave, they only seem to repeat.
No one can save her, she isn’t there
She’s dying, but there is no one to see.
She’s hidden from the world
And she has always felt entirely empty
She’s broken, she’s torn
And no one knows who is this “sheâ€.
I do, because “she†happens to be me
I’m dying, and I will let no one see.
I’m here, but yet, I am missing
I’m whole, but yet, I am nothing.
My never-ending cycle has returned
And no one can heal my everlasting sorrow
I am alone, that is what I’ve learned
And I’ve decided, I will not have a tomorrow.
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