story of a loner

alone she sets
a blissful peace
there's a clue in the pages of a book
confront fears
farewell cheers

comfort
in satisfaction
of results
but just in mind

in a diary
a story
lies just beneath
this floor
you never knew
better than the one
on t.v

she bleeds from the wrist
penetrating nights
full if fights
alone with all the frights

violated
excruciated
something of redemption
but not revenge
just avenge
what couldn't stop before
just to never ignore
warning signs
alarming

sometimes we prey selfishly
while other simply
prey for safety
and a place
to call home