Tears falling down tired eyes
a bump on her nose that makeup can't disguise
swollen eyes that are red from crying
of all the nites she'd rather be dying
every mourning she wakes up feeling more tired and weak
mascara is smeared down her cheek
she feels so much pain
she needs help but she cannot speak
she tries to get up and walk down the stairs
feels so much tension
like another limb tears
numbness comes and takes over her body
she falls to her knees and wants to yell, "It Just isnt funny!"
she tries to get up and only fails
so she lies there in her prison, her hell