I should marry myself, for all the things I do to keep me happy and going. But, it’s so exhausting. The constant efforts to keep mind busy, happy and pleased are effin exhausting and leaves me into pieces by the end of the day, which makes them useless for I’m back to being the broken bones of nothing.
Do tell
when they find
the broken
bones
of a girl so sad
who had
nothing to
hold on to
anymore
for
the air was too thin
the sky went grim
sun died
she cried & cried
searching for comfort
for it hurt
she hid
she ran
she fell,
do tell
for they would
want to know
where went the glow
of her lies & masks
and pretenses
do tell
her defenses
were broken into
when hope died
& turned blue,
do tell
she fought well
she did
as she hid
behind faces
and smiles
too heavy to carry,
do tell
her story
when they find
her broken
bones….!!!!!!
She is angry
But can’t tell,
She wants to stop
But all she does is swell
With so much rage
Like a bird in cage
What would she do?
She tries to think
If she got to go
Far away
To a beautiful day
She can’t move
She has nothing to prove
So she stays
Dreams and prays
She has a happy place
You are free she says
Closing her eyes
She likes to build
A world where she can fly
Where there is no word like goodbye
Tears of joys
Fills her heart
Oh boy!
She shouts
As she flies high
As she touches the sky
She know she can’t stay
At a place away
From the pain
But she likes the rain
Of happy thoughts
Even if it’s for awhile
She gets to smile
She has a happy place to go to
She whispers
You can fly and be free too
Singing alone in her cage
She calls the happy place a bandage
To hide her broken bones
Dangling and grown
Out of her control
Making her fall and roll
Here and there
Every day she tries to race
To her happy place
Every day she falls back hard
There is no escape
So she stitches dreams to give them shape
Of a world she wishes for
Of freedom she can have no more…!!!!
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