Her Face Forever Haunts

Here she comes again,
she feeds on pain.
She constricts and slashes,
but it's all in vain.

Her name is lost,
but her face forever haunts,
Starring back with cold eyes,
mocking with a silent taunt.

She's the root of all my pain,
yet just a branch on the tree of my despair.
She's the voices that drive me insane,
and the people who don't care.

I poured out my heart,
and in return you tore it out.
I should've known from the start,
that all we'd do together was shout.