Dark, hollow, and quiet
She used it to run away
Her demons wont follow
Yet in her mind voiceless thoughts lay
She sees someone in tears
Her weeping yet refrains
Her thoughts have manifested
As her happiness drains
The flood of no longer numb emotion
Broken to nothing as if it were a girl who died
The battle wounds have grown
Lies reach out and attack with words that silently cried.
Physical life was no longer a want
She was already dead after all
No more was left for her to call a person
The newly found piece of relief was her rewarded when her soul gave a fall.