A tender smile that holds tears in its lips,
Droplets of fractured rays break through the cloud of darkness
Created by numerous beating of harsh words and shattered dreams.
False hope and broken love stays suppressed in the crinkled corners of her eyes
That hold the key to the world in their azure irises
That are as deep as the scars that hold together her soul.
A flash of light dawns across her freckled cheeks
And disperses into frozen crystals that slice her fragile flesh.
Empty promises and severed thoughts seep through her shriveled pores
And beat down against her chest, compressing her ribs into her opaque heart
That endures the pain and loneliness of the slashes and stabs,
Who’s goals are to drag her down into her demon’s waiting arms,
Who wait for her in the darkest shadows of her mind
Where the torturous taunts tilt through her thoughts,
Convincing her to pick up the blade and set them free
Into the cavern under her bed where they can rejuvenate
From the defeated tears that fall onto her mattress of knives
And malnourished bones that creak as she stumbles though the halls
As she must face her slave masters for the final time.
“There goes the emo freak with no one to love her ugly scars,
The stupid girl is too weak to even hear what a worthless waste of space she is.”
“Can’t she see that we’re all waiting for her to fall?
Why doesn’t she just give up already?”
Vacant eyes scan the halls for a valiant voice to save her from these vultures’ vain vices.
But nothing reaches out to her except for the counterfeit calls of her demons,
Convincing her that the end is near.
Her fingers fumble furiously with the folded sheet of her faults
Listed in crimson blood that spilled straight from her violated veins:
Too fat to fit on the same bleacher that the cheerleaders share as they
Criticize every empty calorie that squeezes its way through their cadaverous lips.
Too ugly for someone to wrap her in their pure arms and kiss the damage she has done to herself,
Because she is not pretty enough to dance under the stars
And experience the tart taste of teenage love,
So she must settle for the treacherous advances from her father
That continue tirelessly through the tedious night.
She is worth nothing more than the provocative proclamations
That pierced through her precious mind throughout her poignant childhood.
Just beyond her locked bedroom door, her prosecutors prevail over their kingdom,
Slithering into warm sheets of soft linen that fail to be tainted by their owners’ dirty conscience,
But inside, as she goes down her crimson list,
Another slash appears on her wrist
And she bites her lip to hold back the screams of her demons
As they flee her body that could no longer handle the silence
That shattered her eardrums and stitched her lips shut.
Her faithful blade falls out of her grasp as the voices enslave
Her body in a scarlet casket of crimson blood.
The pool of seeping life engulfs her,
Threatening to drown her struggling soul,
And the last breath escapes through her pale lips.
The depth leaves her azure irises and the key to the world
Plunges into the ocean of hopeless battles and forgotten dreams,
For her beseeching smile could no longer keep her afloat.