Her mind.
Lost in a sea of dust and
hate.
There's no light in the
forest.
Blood trickles down the arm of a stolen
innocence.
Preventing the future is not
possible.
Darkness will eat away the
soul.
Death is not your friend he is your
lover.
A forced smile makes her feel
sane.
But deep down shes
insane.
Screams won't let her
sleep.
Losing her mind.
Losing her life.
Can't seem to see
herself.
Hoping for a sign.
Mom and dad have no
hope.
What hope is there for the
broken kid.
Wishing for relief.
Family and friends have no more
wishes.
What wish cold be granted for the
bad person.
Seeing yourself in a blur.
Seeing the people that
hurt you.
What can you do.
Hearing the sounds of pain.
Hearing the sounds of pleasure.
What can't you hear.
In an empty room.
Empty chairs,
Clear desks,
Dead children.
In a full hallway,
Filled seats,
Cluttered papers,
Lack of bodies.
Souls wonder.
Hearts break.
Eyes tear.
Brains shut down.
Shes lost all feeling.
In a world of hate,
you can't save the unsaveable.
There is no hope for the
lost.
Art is her escape,
the writing and drawing on used paper.
Though she may not hurt
her body.
Deep inside she is never going to feel
the pleasure of true
healing.
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