Her soul, once whole,

Hollow like a cave,

Inching towards the grave.

Empty like the lies,

Told by her eyes.

 

They ask, "why all the pain? Are you insane?"

All my efforts in vain.

The simple key that will last a mile,

A fake and empty smile,

 

Trasparent, they say, elusive as ever

Telling her to live forever, never say never,

But her feelings, now here's a twist:

She says she wears them on her fists,

But the truth lies on her wrists.

 

You're brave, it will pass, that all they know how to say,

while she sits and awaits that day:

And when it arrives, whether you like it or not,

Then upon her, have you, mercy wrought.