Cry

(Just a poem, I'm not the girl in it)

She used to be beautiful

Till you walked her way one night

Her eyes shattered like glass

Piercing deeper than the sharpest knife

.

She used to always smile

Her lips light and free

Now it's been a while

Her lips are too heavy

.

Thoughts are like pennies

Words are like gold

They don't come out

As often as they should

Hiding in the dark corners

Haunting shadows

A cry for help

She should have left you

.

You called her a bitch

You called her a whore

You hit her so hard

Until she could scream no more

Then you left her alone

In the rotting dark

No where to call her home

You should have cared

You missed out

On a beautiful soul

.

You held her close

And dried her tears

All part of your plan

To expose her fears

Why did you do it?

She used to be happy

Now all she does is cry

.

Blade sharp at her throat

Praying

For the day she'll die

If you keep this up

It will be sooner than you think

And if you have any luck

You'll only have to go through

What she has

1,000,000 times

.

On the edge of the night

She prays someone

Will give her some light

Or something she can call

Her own

.

She used to always laugh

But now her joy is cut short

By her rusting knife

She can speak no more

.

Her blood runs with venom

Venom from your bite

Your pointed teeth

Not as sharp as your words

She can't fend

For herself

She's in trouble

She's calling for help

.

But you're too fast

This breath will be her last

And as her life

Leaves her hazel eyes

I hope you see the peace

That she's wanted for so long

.

Now she's okay

I hold her in my arms now today

She can smile

She can laugh

She can be happy

She doesn't remember you

Or what you used to do

To put needles in her heart

Day after day.