Her eyes are stained glass.
Glazed over by the mocking past.
She wants a break,
But getting what she wants never makes.
She yells out "Why are you doing this to me anyway?"
Life takes this as a challenge and gives her a curse.
Who knew that her life could get any worse?
She sits at home
With a knife to her throat
The kiss of the blade
gives life a flame.
She feels more alive than the eagles soaring high.
What makes her sore,
Are the red drops falling from her neck to the floor.
She was meant to feel this way.
Everything in her life was leading up to this day.
She's too afraid to get away, even when her distance should be safe.
She watches through her window and sees tears falling from clouds needing a cheer up.
She feels like a cloud.
Overseeing every detail.
Filling with wet drops of emotion.
She can't continue to contain them.
When she lets it all out
She causes a conundrum:
Floods of anger and sadness
Tearing houses apart
Poor families effected by her dying heart.
Suddenly she gets caught in the wind,
It takes her around to places she's never been.
She wants to leave and be safe, but instead the wind chases her and closes off every escape.
They're going in circles,
Destroying things of those she thought she loved but can't have doing what she's done.
She regrets her self pity and her thoughts of "it's all about me."
She can't stop thinking about herself
and how she needs to hang her life up on a shelf.
She takes out her pills and lies on her bed until she's completely still.