Lying beneath a platter of stars,
exploring her new grown scars.
Trapped within the expensive clothes,
Resides a person, no one knows.
In a corner,upon a pile of leaves,
Rests a body with stained sleeves.
Something miserable has she under gone,
Or was it misery for what she was born.
A dingy room kept her boxed,
Tethered and tired, her body drops.
Wailing out the sorrow didnt help,
No one ever knew how much she yelped.
Questions were raised, challenging her state.
She stood silent, struggling not to break.
Tears crawled silently from those eyes.
Guilt and shame, spun her tight.
How priceless the things seemed now,
Frightened of the people, sweat drenched her brow.
What made her rent her life to death,
Strangulate her neck, until the last breath.
Lost in a world, she heard their discussion,
Leave her not alone, was some ones suggestion.
Tiredly she faked a curve through her lips.
Im all fine, she said, with a courage of nix.
Her hair flew in wild, entangling around her cheeks.
Her eyes welled up, entailing her grief.
She stood up to walk back,
Weakness plagued her, destiny laid its trap.
How long was she observed by intruging eyes.
Deep within she craved, she could die.
Leaving behind the pain she suffered.
Solitary she needs, she could only mutter.
They came to her, they seemed sympathetic.
Thank you for coming, she sounded apathetic.
She fished a ciggarette, sunk behind the smoke,
An ashened face, a frown it bore.
For once she lived, housed no regrets.
An un restrained person, housed no threat.
Time tossed her down, slammed her hard on the floor,
For now she gives up.. closing all doors.
