• Thorns puncturing,
    the already wounded heart
    Beneath the beded roses,
    as black as night.
    She cries always,
    out of shear agony.
    Though the days are silent,
    so life passes her by.
    Shrivled all alone,
    to only pity herself,
    The scorches leaves the story behind,
    that tells about the bruises
    Of the girl,
    whom revealed everything
    Within the depth of night,
    no one knows when she approaches
    Nor when she decides she stayed to long
    Some times she sleeps while still awake
    most, she never belongs
    The outcast of the sky
    Even though she never hates
    Ticking of the minutes that slowly passes her by
    Talking just never comes
    So many oppurtunities in front of her
    She never sings, but inside she hums
    Trapped in a body of frustration
    Nothing good comes to this kid
    But more pain that one can bare
    Some say she should never have lived
    Most don't really care
    When she has nothing to do
    She sits in the rain
    Waiting for her life to be through
    But know one feels her pain
    under her blanket, is her cover
    And she talks to her self, alone
    No one can she bother
    When she is on her own
    A stranger in the shadow
    Waves casting in the night
    She wonders where the Earth is low
    Even then she has no light
    A mystery of secrets and demise
    Still no one pays no mind
    To her it wasn't a surprise
    Since no one was ever kind