crying for help
expecting no answer
...for a thousand years
I hear a girl
a little cry for help
she is dying
and crying
and fighting to stay alive....
her white dress is ripped and toren
her arms are stained with blood...
shes never felt so alone,
never felt so dead
she remembers this one time..
a long long time ago...
when she used her shakey little voice to cry for help
the only answer she ever found
was the comfort of thinking she were dead.
but she found faith in such a little thing
like a seed
she was nurtured, and grew..
until she found that the little thing she thought she knew
she thought she could depend on;
would eventually tear her to shreads..
pulling every fiber of her being further down into the soil..
her head spinning
she smells of foul worthlessness
as she realizes that no matter how happy she will be
she will always go back to that place of dread
with a sigh of relief,
she has finally put together the last puzzle piece.
she puts on that old satin dress
so beautiful and cold
so stiff and red
just like her, just as her life will always be...
she puts on her makeup,
and curls her hair..
she wants to be beautiful for the grave beyond the days
one...two..three...
she takes a deep breathe
and says her goodbyes
will this never be enough, she says as she lifts the shard of glass...
and with one swift movement
she is gone forever....
