She lay draining in bed
Comforted by the emptiness that fell from her eyelids
Not two hours before,
she was princess...
'til they couldn't listen any longer,
shut that bitch up in her room..
(comforted by the dignity escaping from her eyelids).
Ears couldn't shut the words out,
she couldn't shut their words out.
Pencil scratches paper, but not enough to hurt.
Words don't hurt.