She

She
Her eyes were red
And her cheeks were wet,
At the top of her voice,
She told the world to stop.
She was getting off.
Four tries,
Two hearts,
A million chances,
Two thousand little pieces,
One prick.
A love in exchange for her freedom,
The fight to gain his trust,
The urge to please and care for,
And it comes to me again,
Was it ever worth it?
Hit the nail on the head and let go,
She won't listen to me anymore,
Out of control,
Finds no ounce of hope,
She dies down.
As she waits for the Sun to come around
Once again.


A lot of this poem along with its title was inspired by the entry that Cynthia wrote for me. Part of it was inspired by the story I had written for the Dublin Essay Competition. But it overall just sums up how I feel. Its about a girl who's tired of the life she's been living, tired of the world treating her the way it does. It's about how she undergoes the most painful of heartaches and how she persists at giving her loved one third and forth tries even after all the hurts he's caused her. She tries endlessly, giving up so much of herself to him even after meeting with failure and one day just wonders whether it was all ever worth it. But it was too late for that because she had fallen to far in to come back out again. Finding no hope of her love to be returned, all she can do now is wait for Him to work out His plan.