Beautiful Pages

"Look at me!" Grabbing him by his shirt and pulling his face to mine.
"Look at me!" Finally he does, but it's too late.
All that trust of 15 years go's out the window.
" Not once have you seen me, Not once have you heard."
Inside there is already nothing.
Not a god damn thing left.
My soul left years ago, On a set of wings it flew away from this shell.
So empty of anything, but sadness.
Like the Devil himself took pity on me, and left me some emotion.
The man infront of me just doesn't care.
Doesn't see the shell behind the pretty mask, and my mask fools everyone.
Everything that I put down on paper comes from a deeper part of myself.
The papers are a open book for my feelings, emotions, and deep sadness.
Those bleeding pages that call out to the shadows.
The man infront of me couldn't care if he's broken the only link to reality.
A thousand tears will fall this night.
Even the Devil cries for her.
For the injustice of it all.
I slowly sink to the floor at the once trustable man.
Broken, and numb.
Never to see the light again.
Dying right there on the floor.
Her world ends this very night.
So sing a song for her.
Remember those Beautiful Pages she wrote for you.
Remember Her Like She Was.