She..

She sometimes lives as if she's all alone.
Voices have her attention while she stares into her phone.
Frustration sets in left with so many unanswerable questions.
How could someone possibly understand how she feels ?
Far from content but that smile says different.
She lives in the dark, with unseeable demons.
Hatred consumes her heart leaving it cold, almost dead inside.
The more she thinks of life the more anxious she gets.
Far from bittersweet, she's highly depressed.
She looks as if she lives in comfort but she's only going insane.
Quietly, shes screaming, no one can see her pleading.
The trees can sense her fear as she smokes another cigarette.
The smoke slowly fades as her motitivation does everyday.
The demons are winning, she doesn't really want to die.
She just wants to stop feeling like she's living a lie.
But she can be selfish, for she is exhausted.
Anger fills her veins, you can see her eyes change.
Her mouth has no filter, she has everyone to blame.
Because people are usually annoying, you could say she's kind of bitter.
Her soul turns black as coal as the shadows call her back.
Feels like the devil has already won and shes just barely holding on.
Traveling freely but trapped like the sword in the stone.
Can see a glimpse of light but that's just her imagination.
For everytime she sees the light, it leads to devastation.
She keeps playing with fire knowing she'll eventually get burned.
She cant stop the adrenaline, she's addicted to the sensation.
Of living in the dark, its all she's ever known.
Lurking with the wind, into the vast dreary roads..