This is my prelude to a calamitous story,
one about a young girl who's abused.
She's very discombobulated,
and is exhausted from being used.
She feels so alone,
like a file she's confidential.
It's to the point she'd like a clone,
so it's not just her possessions that are sentimental.
She's wants a friend that will stay,
one who will understand.
A friend who wont run away,
one that will understand...
Even though inside she screams for help;
she replies with "fine,"
when people ask "how are you,"
because she feels nobody sees a single sign.
In solitude she grabs a knife,
making loads of cuts.
She wants to end her life,
she wants to spill her guts.
She feels like a flawed specimen,
and feels very worthless.
She feels as if shes stealing others Oxygen,
and she feels unwanted.
When she takes her last breath of air,
she'll take Death's hand.
She'll be gone and wont care,
because she always felt so lugubrious.
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