She was running here and there
as if lost in a maze...couldn't find home
She was crying brutally...eyes red and swollen lips.
As if a child...who got separated
from his mother, on a crowded street.
Her inabilities were pulling her down
in a dark well...
falling deep in a dark well...where her failiures echoed.
There were wounds that she had not filled
and now they had bleeded on others.
She was trembling and crumbling inside
as she looked here and there...
for some light...
finding her lost pieces.
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
She was running here and there
as if lost in a maze...couldn't find home
She was crying brutally...eyes red and swollen lips.
As if a child...who got separated
from his mother, on a crowded street.
Her inabilities were pulling her down
in a dark well...
falling deep in a dark well...where her failiures echoed.
There were wounds that she had not filled
and now they had bleeded on others.
She was trembling and crumbling inside
as she looked here and there...
for some light...
finding her lost pieces.
It hurts when you can't be yourself.
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