The room shifts in and out of focus
Her pupils dilated
Visions of horror
Of blood
Cross her mind
As she thinks of what would become
If she just left this doomed life behind
Blood flows fresh from raw, red knuckles
Smears of skin and metallic red
Paint the walls
And slowly
Drip by drip
Fall to the cold wet floor
Broken fingernails slice into her pale skin
Droplets of pain roll off her arm
And her fragile form breaks down even more
Crumbling into forgotten dust
Water reverberates off her hollow skin
Every dropp stabbing into her like a knife
That doesn’t leave a scar
The beauty that once radiated from her
Crushed by rejection
The light that once shone from her
Smothered by darkness
The pain inside overcomes the hope
The hate inside overcomes the soul
She stands there
Alone
She stands there
Crying
She stands there
Alone
She stands there
Dying
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem