Wake up
And learn what it means to feel pain.
Real pain sends shards of sharp glass
Piercing like a knife through your weak and worn heart.

And you saw her smile for the last time,
You heard her laugh like the soft tinkling of bells.
And you would do anything to get it all back,
So many things that you wouldn’t dare tell
A soul.

She is a just about a mile down a wretched cold road
But she is so far away.
On a beach somewhere, a mere shell of her former self
And you ask– “How is it possible that a beauty so exquisite could be so easily stomped out?”

But you watch it on the big screen, a classic girl meets boy.
You watch it unravel, like a horror flick, watch him play her like a toy.
You watch him a puppeteer to her life
You realize that it’s right in front of your eyes.

Ringing of the phone piercing your ears
Piercing until it just
Stops.
And you don’t hear
A
Single
Word.

They say
You don’t know what you got till it’s gone but oh…
You don’t realize how right they are.

You think she’ll snap out of it
The puppet strings will break, tear, rip, and sever
Puppet clatter to the ground not broken
Not completely, you’ll see,

Not as broken as she will be.
Puppet clatter to the floor
Puppet don’t have a life no more.

You stare at her, eyes piercing
Soul searching, reaching, deeper
Trying in vain to keep her,
Realizing she is long gone.

Throat yanked, pulled, tugged by the monster
Green, red, eyes flashing
Teeth chomping
Piercing her flesh

Soul seeping,
Is she breathing?
She is, but she isn’t alive.

A girl,
One whole,
One half,
One eighth,
One there: but barely,

Wisps of wind piercing at her form.

Lay down
And pray you never have to feel her pain,
Shards of sharp glass, piercing.
A bitter knife in the form of what she thinks she deserves
But she deserves so much better.