I based thus off of a dream I had when I was a bystander
Crying sits the girl
Who refuses to share.
Her emotions curl
But no-one seems to care.
She pleads for help
She gets nothing.
Smacked by emotions
She gives a yelp.
They see evrything
Even her tears that are in motion
She met someone
They were binded by cruel fate.
She gave him love
But received hate
She is only but a rock dove.
Emotions built up inside
She turned to her friend
The razor was her paint brush
Her body was her canvas
He seen the marks and was crushed
Filling him with sadness.
She was happy at last
For she was a body waiting for a soul.
Tormented by his past
He kicked the chair and reached his goal.
