Black Rivers

She’s been locked in a room with only memories
Won’t someone let her out please
The door is locked and she doesn’t have the keys
She screams and falls down to her knees
Wraps her arms around her and gives a strong yet gentle squeeze
And in their expertise
They call it a disease
All these insanities

If only
She weren’t so lonely
Someone could make it stop
She’s begging
And pleading
For the ceiling to drop

She was cute without the E
But no one could see
It was supposed to be a bluff
It was all part of a plan
But she can’t hurt herself enough
To make anyone give a damn
And as she sits alone and cries
The mascara runs like black rivers from her eyes

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