Her cries at night fall on deaf ears While her eyes cry blinding tears. Silence holds solitude to cover its depth And solitude devours a young girl’s soul. Tears are bled crimson Bleeding from her own porcelain veins Falling back against a blood-stained wall Her eyes squeeze shut blinking out the sight Emotions confine a vulnerable heart Broken and bleeding in the arms of another Walking barefoot on her heart, shattered pieces Cutting the skin, leaving bloody footsteps Marking her path along the fine line of An emotional breakdown. Insanity plagues her once sane mind And she talks to herself, spitting out emotions Onto walls with her pen, writing in crimson Messages of feelings laid out for all eyes to see Leaving herself open to constructive criticism And she holds herself to these words, Holding herself to the death. She cries herself to sleep at night Wishing for death sometimes, for the misery Consumes her ‘til she makes herself bleed Her words slit her wrists. Emotions are our life and death. Her emotions were only her misery And her misery let her die tonight, While she was confined by her solitude, No one stopped her suicide.
