Choked Bloom

The girl weeps a bruised and bitter rain, A childhood choked, a garden grown in pain. My laughter, brittle glass, it cracks and breaks, Beneath the weight of unforgiving stakes. They built a fortress, walls of rigid stone, And left my heart a barren, windswept zone. No lover's hand to soothe, no gentle gaze, Just scornful whispers in a hateful maze. Each hallway echoes with a judging eye, A constant feeling that I want to die. They see a monster where a child should bloom, And fill my days with ever-present gloom. The books lie open, pages blurred with tears, School's a torment, fueling all my fears. A secret festers, a corrosive blight, Consuming hope, and plunging me in night. I paint a smile, a mask of purest white, To hide the shadows lurking in the light. But when the moon ascends its lonely throne, The tears return, and I am all alone. A burden I believe, a whispered curse, This aching need to flee, to be dispersed. The razor sings a siren's tempting call, A fragile promise to escape it all. The girl weeps, a final sigh, A whispered plea to simply die, My childhood dead, a silent tomb, Lost in this endless aching gloom.