Broken Wishes

note: this was written years ago; i found an old diary

the tears fall down
her light skinned face
her hands hold up her head
the thoughts of him
run through her mind
she wishes she were dead
the lights are dimmed
the night so young
and she is home alone
she sits and cries
the truths and lies
his heart was made of stone
she wants him now
she needs him more
her awful addiction
which makes her sore
no tears run down
her bloody face
her hands lay on the floor
no thoughts of him
run through her head
her wishes last no more