The Woman With a Heart

She sits alone in a bed of sorrow Offering Hennessy to her tears Her mind races with agony Her screams paints this world With a bow tie that strangles Every sense of hope and light If hope and light had a one night Stand than it wasn't even planned Outside of her home is a bouquet Filled with a stack of needles That infernal eyes could only feast On.... Dead children line up outside Waiting for their turn of melancholia You know she never had anyone Not a single chapter to reminisce on Sometimes she cuts into her flesh So scars and bruises attach as reminders Maybe it's this generation and its veneration Nobody cares for one another except a selfie And drying their eyes out with likes So when the next "she" commits suicide Don't be surprised when the mainstream media Acts perplexed when they only seek ratings That's the whole wide world, in a blink Of an eye that's unable to shed a tear