Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul

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She sits up at night calling to the Demons to come out and play,
She awaits the tears that pour out of her sockets to wash the pain away,
She sees the monsters that taunt her to break,
She feels her insides move around as if something is alive inside pushing out all of her humanity and will,
She struggles to breathe properly when she's sees him,
He is what gives her hope.
Hope for the future that she might not make it to.
She now sees no hope.
He left her in broken pieces of glass on the bathroom floor from punching the mirror so hard from seeing the images of the cheats.
She is bleeding out all of her disbelief's in the Holy water trying to forgive herself of sin.
But why? She has given up now.
As we speak she takes the cap off the pills and swollows down the guilt of what she has put you through,
She foams out the mouth of all the lies she has told you,
She now see the red light in her eyes as she falls down,
Down farther than anyone because she has no home.
No love and no one to tell her to wake up as they drown her in tears of sorrow
Screaming at her that they meant a great deal to her.
No.
She's gone now, you're to late.
She has waited long enough and finally when you took off her mask and she revealed who she was,
You left and never turned around,
So now she is underground
her screams deep down inside of her soul that is now detached
From all of her broken bones.
And is only left with a broken heart that will never mend because she is now dead and you are now taunted of with the last memory of her soaking in a tub of red.