Her Twisted Tale

by CHAOTIC   Aug 31, 2005


She feels worthless
She feels hollow inside
No one takes the time to find
All the agony she tries to hide
Why are her eyes glazed with tears?
Doesn’t she have a perfect life?
But while she might have it all
Every night, she reaches for that knife
She suffers in silence
Tortures herself with shame
There’s no one that loves her enough
To make her quit this deathly game
As she loses her blood
Her mind whirling out of control
A cover of darkness engulfs her
She falls into a deep, empty hole
Her mother pounds on the bathroom door
Telling her to come out
The door is kicked open
And all you can hear are horrified shouts
Why didn’t anybody see it earlier?
We loved her so much, they would say
Then why did her scars go unread
Finally seen on her dying day
Their worlds have been shattered
People are filled with sadness and guilt
Before she died, no one even bothered
To tear down the walls the girl had built
Now she is gone
Never to return to life again
There was nobody to save her
So she finally reached the end

©® August 2005
Ciermae B.

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