Poetically Driven

Pretty Girl (Part 1)

Pretty girl,

Your walls are wearing thin,

I watch by the side,

As you hurt from within,

Pretty girl,

Don't you just want it to stop?

The stupid shit you go through,

For the pain in your heart to just drop?

I always knew you held those walls too high,

I knew you couldn't take it,

That happiness and bubbly facade,

You can no longer fake it,

No ones notices,

Not anymore,

Your dropping clues more than ever,

Much more than before,

Darling,

I know your not okay,

I can feel it from where I am,

I can feel it from miles away,

I know I won't understand you well,

But you speak to me in riddles,

You can type a thousand poems,

But the insanity in your brain just nibbles,

Your being eaten alive,

Eaten up by your pain,

You looked at me and knew my secret,

Knew I wasn't the same,

But this isn't about me,

This is about you,

Pretty girl,

Was anything that I said true?

Did I finally notice the truth,

That secret that you've been keeping.

Because honey Death,

He enjoys a good reaping.

He's coming for you soon,

You and I know,

That the pretty girl's smile will drop,

Her blood will no longer flow,

But pretty girl,

You realize you have to fight,

Push away the demons,

Scare them yourself in the night,

Stay alive,

Keep breathing air,

And maybe pretty girl,

The world will treat you fair.

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"Live and fight or die in the night." ~K.D.

~R