She's running through the streets
eyeliner and mascara meshing with her tears
her nails of blue sparkle under the occasional street light
no one notices
the darkness is worse now
all of the stars burnt out, faded away
lost in the black abyss people call a sky
she cries
harder than she ever has before
she's held it all inside
not any more
now her fear, anxiety, loneliness
EVERYTHING COMES OUT AT NIGHT
She thought she was pretty
with the new shade of eye liner
almost black, but not quite
Now no one could tell
now she cries black
A pool of despair and distress forms around her
and she atops and stares down at her reflection
EVERYTHING COMES OUT AT NIGHT
The girl she was staring at didn't ever seem
real
like her
at all
From her wrists fled red
crimson
magnificent
bright
beautiful
RED
and she realized
she never needed him for her to live her own life
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