She masks herself with laughs and smiles
Knowing all the time loneliness
Life is always her constant mess
She longs for peace and rest
There have been moments in time she wished for death
Instead emptiness consumed her and joy and happiness were no longer left
Where is the rest for an injured soul
When people misuse you you lose your will of the emotions to control
She could be seen as a saint but rather time will tell if she doesn't escape this cave she's a sinner that is damned to a pit in hell
She once let it all out put now she tucks it away in her own corner of hell
To nurse pain and the hurt damages her...