Poezja

Shes sitting there
Alone inside.
Where is the world?
She wants to hide.

Anguish fills,
Her tear soaked eyes.
Sitting there
She does not cry.

A hidden fear
Upon her lips.
A broken dream,
To reminiss.

A cry for help,
From beneath her soul.
Blood falls from
Her gapping hole.

A silent mutter,
Escapes her lips.
A hopeless lie,
Her heart it rips.