Her mind screams “Help Me!” but her lips say “Stay Away”.
Her confidence just like her conciseness, is slowly slipping day by day.
The faded out shadow of the girl she once was.
Guess who won?
That’s a good question to be quite honest.
Who won? The grand prize of self loathing and broken promise?
Ask the bloodstains on her wrists or the teardrops on her cheeks,
For the voice deep within her is too afraid to speak.
They all ignored her pleas and her cries.
And she was falling til she finally met her demise;
Til the clouds blocked out the sun.
And when they found her like this,
They finally knew who won...