Dying in Vain

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Words can't describe how much I love you
Beautiful words are not always so true,
You felt blue, when the young girl told her she loved you.

Your shoulders, hunched, head bowed words fowl, face red making me grab my head
I dragged my nails through my hair anxiously watching my inspiration disapear.
My eyes blue now a dull grey
Silent but deadly keeping everyone away.
I cower when yelling happens and it echoes across the room.
It reminds of the hell I was in.