Her reflection stares at her in the mirror.
No one seems to hear her.
Tearing up, lips began to quiver.
She wants to pull the trigger.
Fingers play with the blade.
She starts to think it's crazy to say she's been betrayed.
Someone needs to persuade that her life cannot be replayed.
She's no longer restrained.
Temping thoughts of violence.
She's now become a nihilist.
A fragile heart that always fears in silence.
Where's her guidance?
She plays with her life, in belief her future isn't that bright.
Wishing they would requite.
They always leave when you have nothing to give.
She wont forgive, knowing they will all outlive.