Room 224

Room 224 with a single nock on the door

A boy walks in

little did the girl know she were soon to be wiping many tears away from her chin

A body full of liquor her eyes began to flicker

Depressed and dizzy she soon became busy

The act of a martyr were a pain starter

The sheets tainted red, ink she bled

Infected and sore she wanted no more

She pushed the body away and after a while it didn’t stay

Then the gun tore up her throat from inside

As her gut fell out she cried and her eyes never seemed to dry

Concrete muscles began to hustle

The cold of an empty tub became the mold for her to become bold

“You will get through this” she was told

So she took her blood of ink and put her pain onto paper

And soon her soul became a skyscraper