Her mouth filled with blood,
her eyes glisten bright red now,
not green like the summer grass,
or silver like the midnight moon,
not even bright blue.
Did you know the more pain there is the more likely you are to go numb?
She closed her eyes,
what's the point of searching the dark,
you won't get very far.
And the room is silent,
suffocating and relentless,
cold and restless,
she isn't receptive,
just desperate.
Can't decide which direction to face,
sheets tangled around her waist, she knows this place well like it's her cage.
Words growing louder in her head,
closing in on her,
she questions if they are ever on time.
She's changed,
the way she chews on her lip,
rips the skin and smiles a weak grin.
She's different,
not madly infatuated,
no soul in her slurred speech,
she watched them bleed.
It's lovely the way she leaves them be,
the way she has them plead,
she needs nothing.
She lives inside her broken dreams and all the empty promises she had received.
They ripped her lungs out and expected her to steady breathe, or maybe they never really cared about who they were destroying.
How weak she truly is when you take away the thick layers off her back, revealing the blood close to soaking through.
This doesn't seem so heartless now,
does it?
