Qentrice

Fear.

She screams
She shouts,
She cries,

As they slowly slip away,
About to fall into the hole that she created,

Its drowned with her tears,
Scarred with the daggers of insults,
With all her bloody bandages,
With all her shattered masks,
With all that darkness she kept hidden away,

Its surrounded with her regrets,
Anger,
Sadness,
Lust,
Grief.

Filled with her deep dark secrets,
With all the doors shes shut,
With all the opportunities she lost,
All of her imperfections,
And all of her shattered dreams,

But as she screams,
Begs,
Cries,
She thinks about whats hidden deep inside,
Beneath all that darkness,
Beneath all those tears,

Is someone,
Who only ever needed,
Who only ever wanted,
Was help.

Someone that is about to shatter,
Someone that is drowning in its own sea of darkness,
Unable to open her eyes,
Unable to see all that help standing infront of her,
Reaching out for her,
Slowly fading away,
Trying to tell her,
That all she ever needed to do was to wake up,

Open her eyes to the light that stood infront of her
Break free out of the chains that held her down,
And save herself.