Promise.

Broke down inside
The tears flow free again
Sadness is an old friend,
Razors are thought of more.

The smile disappeared
No one knows for how long
She's hidden in her room
Listening for a clue

Her tears are never heard
Just a result of broken things
Going on inside of her
She doesn't know how long she will last.

The time is passing by,
She thinks it goes to slow
She wants to get out of here,
And be free.

The promise in her mind
Has been pushed around with time
So many years have passed
Since that promise was thought of..

~tess marie~