Tangled up

As the music is playing in the background,
Tuning the rest of the world out.
She's been trembling in agony,
Knowing the closest person is gone.
All she ever wanted,
Died in front of her.

Holding back the lachrymose:
Holding herself in a dark room,
No one ever bothers to check on her.

The warmth that use to cheer her up,
Has been poured with suffering.
Now all she does is ask why is she still alive,
Wondering what her purpose is for all the pain,
And the only thing that reminds her is the scars and gashes.

Once she picked up that book ,
Truly smiling and laughing.
But the book was burned because of the truth,
Her breath starts to get ragged ,
Chest filling up with so much emotions.
Biting her lower lip holding back tears,
Knowing that crystal bottle is slowly cracking the red flame turning blue.
That book was precious,
And everything has turned into an abyss.

She was filled with deceit and no one bothered to comfort.
She's tangled in the darkness,
Caged for eternity.
Wondering did it ever matter?
Or just an experiment?

As the bottle shatters into microscopic shards,
Sobbing for hours.
As months pass she's still alone crying,
The tangles turned into knots.
Freedom doesn't exist anywhere .

Before the chaos it was all just illusions,
And she will never escape the trap she fell in.

Bella Knoll
7:46pm 1/07/09