An Easy Kill

There's A Girl In My Mirror Crying Tonight,
And Nothing I Can Say Will Make Her Feel Alright.
She Tears Right Through The Aching Skin,
Drops Of All The Emotions Bottled Within.

The Next Morning, She Sees The Deed At Hand,
A Long Hideous Mark She Covers With Two Wristbands.
It Hurts Like Hell To Laugh Without A Care,
Or Smile When There's Distress To Share.

Though The Mistake Is Hers To Remember,
Her Mouth Is Sealed, Because Of December.
That's When She Swore She Would Never Again,
Yet She Crumbled Right To The Bitter End.

So She Lies With The Best Intentions,
Friends Won't Know, She Will Not Mention.
It's Hard To Keep, But Who Knows When,
Her Secret Will Remain Until Then.

There's Pain Eating Away Everything Inside,
An Emptiness She Can't Explain If She Tried.
She's Just Waiting For Her Heart To Revive,
Right Now It's Pretty Clear She's Hardly Alive.

©® February 2006
Ciermae B.