Donde mi inspiración habita

Escape room

Sad girl, pen without ink

teardrops sliding down her cheeks,

blurry feelings hidden in a nootebook.

Lights off, clossed eyes,

doesn't wanna see the blood going down her thighs.

She craves afection,

goes mad for a little bit attention.

No food to look good, sharp bones stabbing her skin,

betraying herself just to fit in,

a river of blood falling down the sink.

Cold night, full moon,

a young life slowly withering in the restroom...