GAME

The game that she never wins.

There’d been words left unsaid,
Bruises that were never healed, still wounded.
Years have passed, yet still stayed the same
On the long run, she still hasn’t won her own game.
The game that brushed her life with rage.
The game that tortured her inside her cage.
She locked up herself for too long,
Digging her own death, not knowing what’s wrong.
She’s just too tired of playing the same game over and over,
Whereas she knows she’ll never win, always ended up sober.