She wonders the streets aimsely with tears in her eyes,
She mumbles and shighs while wishing these demons would escape her mind,
all while everyone around her seems just fine.
She cries her self to sleep,
and the demonds start screaming how patheic she must be,
the next day she feels worse, imanging ending all this hurt,
she does not care if she dies,
no one would miss her anyways,
Right?
She takes a handful of colorfull pills,
then she chugs the bottle she has hidden inside her room,
she falls fast asleep,
finally putting her mind at ease,
Because no one choose to help her.
When I say she ,
I mean me,
I lay my corpse down to rest and ended all my pain and misery,
my body died with tears in its eyes,
my spirit remains alive; it fly's up,going sky high.
I can not fly any higher ,
there a shield locking me out,
it seems God doesnt want me,
I commited the biggest sin,
so now I must rot in Hell,alongs with my demons,
and no body to help.
My spirit begins sobbing,
as it comes flying down,
but no sound was let out,
I must suffer in silence,
I shall forever be a sobbing spirit,
trapped in pain and misery,
and no one to help me.