Trickling down her fingers,

is just a shade of red.

Look, what has happened,

to what it has led.

Do you even know,

the deed has been done?

For, the never-ending spiral,

has already begun.

Strongest of friendships,

are in tatters.

She asks herself, now,

“Does it even matter?”

She can hear the whispers,

behind her back.

And nobody cares,

when she would snap.

Innocent talks,

and memorable moments.

Destroyed by rumours,

without an argument.

Day after day,

She is becoming blindsided.

And it won't be long,

till she is addicted.

It's a game to them,

and she is daring.

If she could get,

just a bit of caring.

She says to herself,

"If I leave the cards,"

to think, every night,

"Maybe, it won't be so hard."

To be true to oneself,

yes, it is quite the game.

And it leaves you,

in misery and pain.

The incessant teasing,

has always been what it was.

And yet, sitting there,

she wishes, for the days to pass.

To hold an image,

she was left behind.

For a reputation,

one wasn't kind.

Pray tell why then,

what is the chase?

If only, it was as clear,

it has always been a race.

They take their time,

surely, to muse.

"Why so sully?

It's not abuse."

Teasing is what they call it,

just a bit of fun.

And all she can think,

is away, she wants to run.

Look at her eyes,

for they are now empty.

But under those sleeves,

are scars aplenty.

She is scared,

it is true.

For quite some time,

her life has been blue.

Being moulded,

as if, a piece of clay.

But you know it,

's just a play.

Ashamed of her being,

she thinks, she's weak

Forgetting the hope,

she's strong enough to seek.

To be or not to be,

She doesn't know.

But this hopelessness,

would it ever go?

From what she has been told,

she looks at it now.

And in some twisted way,

she does see it, somehow.

Why is her dignity,

always the one to bend?

Just want to know,

When it would end.

Material things,

would always be materialistic.

Please, for once,

be a bit realistic.

For she is in pain,

secretly grieving.

And all she wishes,

is for leaving.

She gave up on this bond,

so-called fellowship.

Because she could see, in the end,

Only her heart would rip.

She hides herself,

from top to toe.

In this masked place,

cannot tell who is a foe.

For she feels unsafe,

in her own home.

Her safe haven,

is now, a lost and broken zone.

Her only stability,

is the one thing left.

That one secret,

in her drawer, it is kept.

One cut for them,

another cut for you.

She doesn't know,

what is the truth.

And then there is one,

confused and clueless.

Unable to see,

that one mess.

So, tell me, do you,

do you really care?

For solitary ones like this,

are not so rare.

Trickling down her fingers,

is just, another shade of red.

what has she done,

to face what she has faced?

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A/n

If you liked the poem, vomment all you want. Or cote. Really, depends on you.

Have a good day/night♡