Shes losing her battle,
The burden is all too much.
They whisper in her ear,
She longs for only your touch.
You left her broken there,
As she tries to fight them off.
They cut and scratch her with razor sharp nails. Shes locked away, isolated, so no one can hear her wails.
She roams the crowded halls looking for a way. They snicker and scowl beating her day by day. The bruises turn blue, she is losing her mind.
Of course she is searching,
But shes scared for what she'll find.
Now laying on the bathroom floor,
Forgotten and alone.
Sadly, she has cut so deep,
She has made it to the bone.
She regrets the decision,
But she already pulled off the stunt.
The blood is seeping out her veins,
Its a deathly battle front.
M.W
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Poems
PoetryJust because someone looks happy, Doesn't mean they are. Even a white rose has a black shadow.
