The end of the tunnel,
So dark and bleak.
These bleeding walls around her,
Promising of such pandemonium.

Fear, anger and grief.
Oh, little naive heart,
Why do you ache so badly?
Hot tears flow down silently,
From her lifeless eyes.

Weakness and failure,
It is closing in;
Encasing her mind and soul.
Choking on the difficulties,
Chained by sacrifices.

Life is never fair.
No matter how hard she tries,
No matter how hard she has worked,
No amount of sacrifices..
Entitles happiness.

The world is watching her.
Watching the life fade away from her eyes.
Watching her die a little inside every day.

The poor torn and fragile whore soul.

© Nicole Ashleigh. 19th November 2008