The nameless

She goes through days crying inside
wrapped in tears of lace
when she looks into the mirror she sees
a reflection of an empty face

she hides behind drugs
while leaking blunt emotions
crotched to a life of unhappiness
searching to find a posion

the brittle silent plea she cries
no one cares to listen
as she crumbles and falls like sand
not even her tears dare to glisten

freedom has no limits
yet hers consist of dissaproval
against her body, against her mind
slowly as her pain quadripples

if only there was one person
to stop and catch her fall
her arms wouldn't be rough, her heart would still exist
she wouldn't feel like this at all.