Dead to the world

Do you remember that girl?

The damaged one

That sprouted like a flower from a broken pot

The seed you had forgotten you planted

Nobody had expected much

And the time to devote to her seemed to evade everyone’s mind

As you embraced your future and lived every moment in joy

She sat imprisoned in the past

Her own prison she had created

Built in iron, forged from corroding memories and broken trust

Her own chains she sat bound in, welded together by fear

The key to her freedom, she herself had destroyed

Within her prison, she hid, protected from disappointment and hurt

Secrets that she had concealed from you, you never cared to know

And the scars that covered her skin, you pretended not to see

Your expectations clung to her, like an anchor fastened to her ankle

Their judgments and your ignorance weakened her

Stabbed and bruised, the trail of blood and pain followed her

She buried it with lies, you chose to believe

Her survival everyone doubted

And the effort to ensure it, you proclaimed unbearable

Her suffering proved terminal

And a chance of recovery was only her dream

Her nights were plagued by nightmares

Her screams of desperation went unnoticed

Her ability to forgive she was drained of

Replaced by mistrust and anger

The shattered pieces of her heart you kicked aside

And the tears she cried, you left her to drowned in

Reality stood as a challenge to her; it sat on her chest like a boulder

Crushing her lungs, ensuring her suffocation

You remember her don’t you?

Your guilt pains your conscience

You let her die

She destroyed herself

She was killed from within

Though her body still lingers

She’s hardly alive

But she’s dead to the world

Because she’s murdered inside