Gone

She cries blood.

Her teas are gone.

She’s left alone,

Dead inside.

She’s hiding deep within herself,

And no one cares that she’s not here.

No one notices that she’s gone,

Lying alone; no one to take her home.

She’s screaming your name,

But you’re too deaf to hear her;

She’s crying in her pain,

But you’re too blind to see her.

And she’s aware that you’re not near.

She knows you’re slipping away.

She can feel you disappearing,

She reaches out for you,

But you leave her all alone;

Die all alone.

She’s created her own Hell,

The place she calls Heaven,

Where all her angels have black wings

And all the souls are lost.

She cries blood.

Her tears are gone.