Hannah Rose Cherry

Hannah's Screwed life(go figure)
2004-03-09 00:09:51 (UTC)

a dull shine

Keeping everything to herself,
Keeping despair blocked away.
She waits inside for them to come,
For them to stare in awe and envy.
Her eyes shine blue and hungry for help she cannot ask for.
She cannot speak and cannot her them.
She is strong in the weakest ways, and feeds off their
apathy.
Feeds off the despair and anguish.
Feeds off the death and their pathetic attempts to heal
her.
They cannot watch her anymore though.
They cannot keep her alive,
And so she dies.

Why cant we save her?
If she is dying inside cant we feed her once more?
Why can we not feel her pain?
If she is ugly she is the whore.

Forced to breathe by them she trudges on.
Drinks coffee and paints her eyes to hide the truth.
She hides her rotting soul with white teeth and glossy
eyes.
She is lost forever and her dignity has been torn
What is left is taken by those who have no apathy,
Have no sanity,
Have no one.
They like it so much more how she bleeds inside,
Pains inside.
Her eyes begin to dull, and her smile begins to fade.

Why cant we save her?
If she is dying inside cant we feed her once more?
Why can we not feel her pain?
If she is ugly she is the whore.




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