The Life

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  • Dedicated to People like me who dont always understand certain people arent real friends
                                    

The Life

She sleeps on a bed of deceit

Her "friends" betrayed her sacred mind

She has proclaimed bitter defeat

She seemed to think they were kind

The pillow lay wet under her head

Her tears hit the pillow one by one

Her head, drowned in the same tears

Sunk through the pillow like an anvil

Her body used to be light

Now it weighs more than a whale

Her crown has been stripped from her head

It's jewels strewn across the floor

The band shattered into millions of pieces

Her castle torn apart

On her throne sits a stone

Fires rage in the village nearby

Their screams heard for miles

But she couldn't hear it

Her "friends" kingdom had attacked

And now they are bringing more

The red river flows

Through the pale sand

And a sharp, silver hoe

Draws down the sand

Revealing the river

Cries can be heard

As rain falls into the desert

A cloud comes down washing away some of the river

But it overflows again

The river eventually becomes solid

And the sand covers it again

The lumps in her throat

Moving with the liquid that burns it

The pipe at her lips

Making her cough

The pain in her forearm

Then she flew

Now a pipe down her throat

Sucking out her guts

Then another

At her nose

Shoving air in

The line goes flat

They try to lift her

But its to late

She left....

Her mother, drinking her tears away

Not coming home some nights

Her father, cries everyday

And wants a divorce

Her brother, works

To make up for lost money

Her sister,

Her poor little sister

Starts the same habits she had

This is why

You don't use people

Don't be their "friends"

Unless you actually want to be

Their friend

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