Suffocated


 

Surrounded by those white walls, locked in these closed doors,

a bleeding mask is what she wore.

More than her fantasies, with tears she is associated,

was love really worth her heart getting baited?

Mesmerized she was, blinded in love,

But life’s a gamble and she’s calling its bluff.

“Is the dark room to blame, or is it really me?

Because when we’re in the darkness only the blind can see.”

She saw him from a distance,

Raised in her a feeling of resistance.

With hands on her mouth, she shouted from her lungs,

Please don’t hurt me, are you not done?

Those fairy tales are full of shit, she wept in despair,

He whispered in her ear, darling I’m not even here.

 


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