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If you could look in her eyes And see what was truly inside. You’d see all the pain, And all the suppressed emotion. If her aura interfered with yours And you felt all the helplessness You’d never be the same. Forever scarred, just like her. If you were so lucky As to get one little glimpse But actually, you’re better off not knowing. The pain is too much for one person to bear. But this one is strong, She hides it all away. And until recently it’s been easy Who would have thought that one person could get through? Years of let downs And months of pain The weeks without her love It all adds up to the breaking point. The heroin for herself, Has died. It died when he came. But it was good. But her heroin-ess hasn’t come back And she needs her. It’s harder than you think To be all alone And now its constant To be so comfortable with one And then have it ripped from your grip You couldn’t image the terror There’s a giant whole Where her lungs and heart should be It throbs with pain Just waiting for her to die. And everyday she almost does. But now something is new And there’s nothing holding her back The one that she loves, Is now off limits The pain is more frequent And now nothing covers it up Her breathe stops And she doesn’t want to keep going Somehow, she forces her self to catch the sour taste of the lifeless air around her And she lives. Then the pain kicks in It starts at her heart. Sharp little stings That seem to echo with her murmurs The pain goes through her body, Like it’s traveling through her blood But she knows better She has no blood She’s dead. The evil one has no clue what she has done She’s taken away the sweet seductive smell of the god The only air she wishes to breathe Before it was easy, She knew she’d have him once more But now she knows she will never be in his presence again At least, not close enough to breathe They all think she’s kidding They think her threats of the results of their actions are fake But they aren’t It’s been a week or so without him And already she’s started dieing She can’t hide it from the world any longer She’s almost off the edge And still No one knows just how bad she’s hurt. And even worse, it’s her fault, And he’s hurting too. |