Her hand rest upon her drenched hands bearing each of her tears
As she silently dies inside over the seemly unhappy years
She doesn’t seethe use anymore of trying to fight a useless fight
Innocently conceiving doubtful thoughts without any help in sight
Her batter and bruised mind, fragile to the world around her
Incased in with dreadful nightmare
Scratching away at her sanity
Leaving her with divine terror
Not even her dreams preserve a happy image
Falling to her untimely demise and there is nothing to give here leverage
She’s slowly drowning herself in pity blaming herself for her pain
Sinking deeper and deeper into a pool of problems silently becoming insane