Luyện nghe bài hát Purple

Sweet sweet pain- a thundercloud but tears are
rain full fists slapping thudding BANGING
wanting not to be weak with woe hands-she's on
the floor on the floor she SLAMS her hands like
thunder it rings in her ears thunder
in the puddles of her tears lungs heaving
from the crashing dying dreaming that was ripped
her while BEATING and dropped all red and sloppy
here, on clean tile floor. Now there is a hole
inside, where the ghosts and demons hide,
white wilting words of woe, hungry ugly
things, HORRIBLE NASTY THINGS. in her head
her mother whispers "spreading like a whore".
wilted pile heaving. weak tears and dead with
dreaming, to be wanted and wanting nothing
more.