She lies broken on the floor
lying in a pool of memories
tinted scarelt red.
thoughts run through her mind
slowly, but they run
and she wonders if she would be better off dead.
she would like to scream
but that would be unacceptable
so she shapes these crooked emotions into one straight, neat line
this is how she got here
shaping her crooked emotions
she almost went overboard this time.
it comforts her
to lie in this pool
and watch this scarlet fountain.
its peaceful
to watch her emotions wash away
but she knows she sinned.
she sometimes prays
and hopes for answers
he's just sometimes hard to confide in
sometimes she wonders if her life was planned
and if to her pain, he appauds.
she just wished that once in a while he would listen.
that anyone would listen.
could someone listen?
