Alone in a corner
Dying trapped between walls of death.
Whispers and screams of promises not kept.
The tears she bled could make her choke,
And all for giving her false hope.
"Hurry now, it's almost near."
Her eyes forever full of fear.
All were lies, all for his sake.
She uses a mold of which she makes.
A mask, a transparent reason.
She smiles. "Suicide season."