Pressed to the ground, she tries to break free.
Her hollowed heart cries out to be set free,
She screams and she claws but life's got her bound.
Her tears rolling but her vocals make no sound.

Battered by the past and fearing her tomorrow,
She tries to move but she fails I'm sorrow.
Her motions seem weak
And her breath oh so shallow
Even when she tries, she makes no pace..
Because the weight that's got her down has shown it's face.

The dark room surrounds her, and the piles of clothes on the floor smile at her.
Her half empty glass oozing with failure stares right back at her...
One more
Just one more, and you should feel better..
But one becomes two
And two becomes four
And before you know it she's knocking at hells door.

Her weakened muscles,
And pale skin define her...
But only for now,
For once the weight is lifted.........
So sorry, she's gone now.
© Strawberry_Moon