Plea

Don't be heard
Hide in darkness
Screaming within
Tears they run
Run 
Run

End nearing
Break is pending
Storm ominously waiting
Body convulsing
Not to be heard
Not to be found

Only in darkness
They become seen
The cracks that in light
Unseen by open eye

But when all becomes calm 
around
She starts to break down
The walls crumble down
Down down
Until worthless soul
Scratched open and found

Unworthy
Unwitting
Hellward bound

Fingers cold as they scratch 
claw
Rip and tear
At what seem not want
At scarred skin

What's the use
When no use to others
What's the purpose
When no other is found

You you
You are nothing
A waste of space
A worthless fake
They'll leave you again

Legs pulled to chest
She shudders again
Feeling anger within

Hide it away
Before they see
Hide it deep
Hide it quick

White knuckled hands
Run through matted hair
Frustration bared

Who will see her glinting looks
Of an ambition to kill
Murder
Destroy
The monster within

With one final step
To end the losing set

She has no worth
No one will care
They will laugh 
At her heart in a letter
Finally be laid bare

Lost is the hope
Faith. 
Trust

Destroyed by those
Who shoved her off
 
Those who turned their backs
Those who tortured her with 
judgement
And stares
Those who took for granted
The piece of her soul she gave 
willingly
To try save the fake gold
In them she saw

Teeth clenched as last words 
are said
I love you
I miss you
Never forget

Only if they would see
How much these words mean
If only they see
These
Are
Her
Only
Plea
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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