Mute
You don't think you're strict
but my throat is slit.
I can't say a word.
...
My tongue is tied,
all you get are lies,
and you don't believe what you've heard.
My heart is aching.
This last breath I wont be taking
to tell you how long it's been in the making.
Forsaking me to the devil's eyes
those inside cries
as my insides die
the pretty little victim decides
how to move on.
Put the make up and smile on,
but her heart is gone.
Left with the caskets close
from that night arose
a new making.
Something that won't be taking
another one higher.
Just to turn into another liar
She said she's fine,
but the words she can't find.
They're hidden inside past the fake.
Another little girl it can't take
Sometimes you've gotta rearrange
and make a new meaning
when all the little things
can be so deceiving.
She doesn't know the difference between
right and wrong
Stay here and be weak or
move on and be strong.
But you don't want to idolize it.
Use it as a guide as you go through life.
You've got a life to live
and a world to see
and I wouldn't be doing what you're doing if it was me.
Copyright © Hannah Wert | Year Posted 2015
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