The Addiction

She has tears in her heart,
A smile on her face.
A weeping closed door,
And a laughing friend.
This battle rages inside,
No jokes aside.
A blood stained blade
And rain on her face.
The forest closes in,
The creatures'elegant grace.
Soothing is the sadness,
Gentle is the storm to her.
Addiction to sorrow,
runs through her face.
Soldier-to-soldier:
It unarmed her again.