Weight

When the weight of the world
comes crashing down.
A nightmare begins
as there’s no sound.

The beating form
hides away
from countless shadows
prying eyes, breaking sin.

A dip in the bed,
another pillow soaked.
Her cries and pleas
are all in vain.

Blood shot eyes
betray the thought
with a yell and scream,
her walls came down.

She doesn’t understand,
what’s happening?
The barrel of the gun
right in her face.

A pool of worthless hate,
cascading down in
encasing the only left
sane.

In the corner,
she hides from
her minds prying eyes,
trapped in the fog.

Hazy state in which
she’s unconscious, the actions
displayed are not remembered
as a drunk replays.

Over and over and over again
her stomach flips.
The feeling of sorrow, washed
away by guilt.

What has she done?
The precious rubies
run free, away from the
creature of pain.

Over and over and over again
she drags the Devils
claws across her
pale, scolded wrist.

There’s no memory,
no pain, nothing.
Feelings left long ago,
replaced by insanity.

But yet, as she falls into the
dark abyss, she feels it.
Everything, It’ll haunt
her till the day she dies.

Criss crossing patterns
embed themselves painlessly.
Frozen tears drop,
saved by those too forsaken.

Nightmares invade her
vision during the night,
the next day, she throws
on that fake smile

that she knows so well.
No one notices the
broken girl, asking
“Are you okay?”