A shell of a girl
An empty form without focus
Sits alone again
Tears cannot come now
They are all hidden away
Dried and cracked eyes left
The loud pounding heart
Drumming out of tune and form
Breaks the silent room
A sharp pull of knife
Across the whitest of flesh
Leaving streaks of red
Eyes closed to the pain
And repeating the event
Needs to feel something
The bottle of pills
Tempting to empty at once
Then to lay down, sleep
There will be no more
Anguish, Suffereing, Torment
Just the sound of silence
