End of the line
She looked into to mirror
3 little scars from once she tried to
cut her face off
want to be faceless
deep into the mirror
her soul of horrow
a message
4 little words
you don’t deserve it
have a desire to find her beauty
her eyes widen in wonder
all she saw were her crying
shadow dancing
tears that filled up her eyes
falling out like blood
burning for every drop
the drops of blood form a pattern
of ashes and smoke seeps
flash dance
she will endure
life is a battle
been through worse
she buckle down
feel so cold
no rewind
no solution
no victory
time does not heal all wounds
she must learn to live with the scars
pick herself off the floor
protect herself
create her own universe of the beasts
close her eyes
-end of the line-
Beautifully written. Sadness permeates each word until the end where there is a whisper of hope. I really enjoyed.
Wow!! It is intense
Sadness and hope, so beautifully projected.
Loved this! Intense and beautifully penned !
Wonderfully intense, so many exposed nerves!