Lost In Pain

The days pass by snail slow, Full of emptiness and regrets Of a deadened soul with A beating heart. Black ink rushes through Veins in scarred wrists, Poison taints her words And everything she touches. Stuck in Darkness she Screams how alone she is But no one ever hears her or Sees her fall away, bit by bit. Nor do they even care, She's just another troubled Teen going through the Twisted, tangled motions. Sharp words invade her Mind until they are all She can hear as the Tears drift down at night...