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
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