"I once loved the story she writes, until I was hunted by its cover of lies"
She who loves to write,
Turning fantasies into life;
Trying to finally escape
For it is her sound, she felt safe.
A mind full of thoughts,
Life full of struggles, she fought;
A heart that's been broken,
Another masterpiece was written.
She who was drowning
By all those lies she believed in,
By the trust that was planted;
False dilemma, she was captivated.
She torn the pages in her book,
Wore the mask of smiles, she took;
At night, she cried until dawn,
Trying to fix the pages that were torn.