Demons chant
Styles broken
One small demon
Tossed around like a ball
She comes home with cuts
Bruises and gashes
She goes home
Alone and cold
Loneliness was soon unbearable
The knife was piosed about her wrist
No one can save this one soul
He let her die
Slit her wrists
He let her die slowly
Even though he loved her
She didn't love him back
He pleaded and argued
But now she is dying
Her heart decaying
She no longer cared
The same as they all didn't care
"May her life be honored"
He droned
Blood red tears stream down
She would never know
Never hear those words
Never again will she be able
to talk to him
Cold blackness surround her
Claustrophobia
Her coffin plain
Stained with her blood and tears.
Styles broken
One small demon
Tossed around like a ball
She comes home with cuts
Bruises and gashes
She goes home
Alone and cold
Loneliness was soon unbearable
The knife was piosed about her wrist
No one can save this one soul
He let her die
Slit her wrists
He let her die slowly
Even though he loved her
She didn't love him back
He pleaded and argued
But now she is dying
Her heart decaying
She no longer cared
The same as they all didn't care
"May her life be honored"
He droned
Blood red tears stream down
She would never know
Never hear those words
Never again will she be able
to talk to him
Cold blackness surround her
Claustrophobia
Her coffin plain
Stained with her blood and tears.
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You might of been either writing that poem from or for yourself or just form something.
But thats me. The girl in that poem, right now and forever. heart