Emotions and Words Turned into Poetry

Receipt

Tears welling towards the eyes of the broken,
Skin so shattered they can hardly dream -
Dream of a place no one else can see them.
See them cry.
Zipping through the shaken corridors,
Of memories that hardly matter anymore.
They fall to their knees,
And look up to the ceiling.
The lights flicker, so does their courage to go on.
Nothing - no one - can help them wipe away their tears.
Even if the tears haven't dropped down their
Cracked skin,
They beg to the Heavens to forgive their sins.
"ThE SiNs oF ThE DeViL!"
They scream to the air.
For no one can hear them,
Th room is bare.
Blank of all their friends and family.
Clanking around like unspoken jewelry.
They cry and cry,
Their voice breaks with each worthless try.
So many times had they crawled to you -
Begged you to listen to them,
Tredged through their own Haunted Horror Show,
And yet you hear people calling them a "hOe!"
Critically vile,
Look among their trial!
They're up on the stand
With a broken band.
Their music is off tune, off key, and off the heart.
They can't even hit the freaking sharps!
Kept locked down there,
There where no one can possibly love.
Yet you expect them to bare those awful extremities?!
Forced to lay awake at night, while they listen to your words on repeat.
You cry "I'M INNOCENT"
Well, let's look at the receipt.
Purchased four freakish pictures,
To post on their locker.
Purchased six hateful fiends to torment their
Deceased father -
OH WHAT A SHOCKER!!
Purchased two pushy hands, to break bones in their body.
Yet, didn't you know?
That's your own hobby?!

You cry "I'M INNOCENT" so many times.
But when you look at the evidence, your actions unwind.
Look at their helpless form.
Trembling in their dorm.
Wasting away,
And laying in their shame!
THIS IS WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!
Don't you see?
You destroyed their mentality!
How beastful can you be?!