It blasted all her hurt, and her heartache,
She stopped helping herself, wishing someone else did,
And turned the volume up, her sorrow awake,
Tears filling the brim of her eyelids.
Thinking of all the things she’d strived to complete,
All the effort put in, by her, alone,
No “Thanks”, no credit, yet she remained sweet,
But her face, once radiant, no longer shone.
Dark circles highlighting her gorgeous eyes,
She was gone, missing, hidden, buried inside,
No one would ever hear her desperate cries,
All emotion pushed aside, and masked with pride.
She was lost in her now completely tangled,
Mess of a world, her heart and soul, crippled.
