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...
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