She has something to tell us, but they cannot read between the lines...
She seems to be sick, looks like her soul is going away and
her body will always feel in pain.
She is waiting in a cage, where no one can find her, where no one can hurt and kill her heart fragile like a bubble.
She is a rose...
a beautiful rose, I must say. A rose who has spines that cut and tear from the depths of my bowels.
She must take care of her head
the madness of a broken queen can consume her mind.
she can't avoid the thoughts that she wants to leave aside
She suffer
She wishes "please, please, please....I don't want to be in this place anymore, take it! all of me... take it! take it away from this pain!"
She cries
It's like a dagger in my neck when i see you cry...
but she only knows how to fall
and fall
and fall
and fall
just to get to the deepest of a hole
and then burn them all.
¿why can't i help her?
(nota: Gracias a Stéfano por las correcciones :))
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