Beautiful Sorrow

Nothing more..
I will tear myself out from this flesh.
Scratch at the walls that confine me in this hell.
Cough up the hate and sorrow that lfows within this useless body.
The dripping faucet sings with an odd melody,
laughing back at my face.
Telling me I've been lied to - decieved.
Stare up into the seemingly endless, darkened, ceiling.
Wondering if there's anything beyond that livid haze.
Those once...
exuberant eyes that people used to see...
have now faded into a dim, lifeless,color.
The still air rips at me.
Telling me it's my fault for the damage.
Screaming into my ears.
Telling me I am nothing more than a girl.
Nothing more...
Nothing..

By: Me