Last nights bottle
lies empty at her feet,
she paints her lips red
trying to hide the pain
as if no one can see through her mask.
She finds comfort in the secret.
The silent screams are the loudest
but only in her head.
Trapped in this dark place
no one has ever been.
A place so cold
that it drenches your bones,
bringing you to your knees
to your lowest point.
A tainted truth
is what she believes
and she finds comfort
in the liquid that fills her
and makes her forget.


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