Broken Ballerine

she will always be the broken ballerine ..

as she whirls and twirls you bring her down you make her feel trapped, alone her only escape is putting on thoese ballerina shoes and dancing but you've taken that away from her to not just her life she secretly sneeks a pirouette the blade that she cuts herself with has taken over her she wished for the life to be over as no one loves her presence so as she puts on her ballet dress and slipers and lets her curly black velvet hair run down her back she now hates dance. she has nothing to live for she sits along the studio crying shes so frustrated she breaks the glass theres blood everywhere she wants satan to love her she wants to be his queen for she is dark and hatefull just like him. for her last second upon this earth she stands up and bows to life saying thank you for all the shit you have put me threw and slowly dies within her last breath.