• I feel the beat within your heart; I see it in your eyes. Every breath you take I can sense your lies. Nothing is what it seems with you. One after another, you choose the one you say 'I Love You' too, yet, you think I am blinded by such foolish choices. Hurt by your very words, how can you love something so simple? Only to end up being your toy of judgment.
    Buried face into a soft pillow trying to take away the pain you give. Something’s just seemed so right to her, but so wrong to you. Friends prowling through things to make it right for one person! They tell her 'no,' even though she continues to say 'yes!' You're her only toy of judgment.
    Behind every fake smile, you don't feel what she feels being given from you. You’re her only world to the furthest extent. Every pill being taken, more and more until it’s the end of her. Who's to blame for this? Only her for being so foolish for trying to keep the one she loves so close and near. Only wanting to know the truth! Every substance that passes her lips and through her body, she gets weaker and weaker from everything. Thoughts continue to run deeper and further into detail. Was it right to even tell you she loved you, when it means nothing to you? Hiding ever feeling from anyone that wanted in, yet, you’re the only one that has made it this far enough to use it against her.
    Tearing your very soul into her deeply; only to be devastated in the very end. Deprived from everything she wanted to feel. How can one so caring do this? Easily. Using one so little as a toy of judgment; just like everyone else has ever done. Only she can feel this pain, only you can see it happen. Every blade that is being taken in her hand with every cut that runs deep into her soul, you continue to tear her apart. All she wants to do is escape from such punishment from everyone. A wall was meant to be built so you she wouldn't get hurt from someone she actually wanted to let in. Burning it down to the ground with your simple touch of love! How is she to run from this? Never feeling such things in her life.
    Death slips in and out of her life. Best friend says she needs a lot of help, but she says nothing at all. How is she to think this? Everyone has their time for pain. Time takes its place. The Toy of Judgment is not supposed to mean anything to you. All this continues to be is your mind games that spin out of control. One thing no one can ever win unless given the chance to know a head of time before it's too late! Her life means so much to others but never to her. A note beside her bed with all the things she never said. Under it is a poem that she had continued to read over and over until it sunk into her head.

    "Hushabye baby, you're almost dead.
    You don't have a pulse and your pillow bleeds red.
    Your family hates you, your friends continue to let you bleed.
    Sleep tight with a knife, cause it's all you need.

    Rockabye baby, Broken and scared.
    You didn't know life would be this hard.
    Time to end the pain that you hid so well,
    And down come baby, straight back to hell."
    Ignoring every word coming from such a poem. Her eyes filled with tears of every word said. A path no one can choice but herself, the one she dreads. Life so hard for her to stand. Rejecting ever moment she had to turn away from something she never had. Your no longer gonna be the toy of judgment. Hugs and kisses from something so sweet, perished behind in her very trail.