• _astrid_ 10w

    Hell!

    She shifted in her place...
    She knew they had eyes on her lace...
    She shuffled through her bag...
    Knowing she didn't had anything to brag.

    Her scars bled gold
    Her tears were streaming cold
    The cheeks smeared with hate of the society
    She was pulled by hair through the city...

    She went back home and thought again
    What was that she gained ?
    Throughout the day she was crumbled and crippled..
    She knew hell wasn't a place it was the people ...
    ©_astrid_