on a broken pedestal she sits
she likes the way the night fits
and the way the silence surrounds
she can think without those sounds
how this world has grown so gray
fading in from day to day
but she imagines a better world
where she's not just another girl
but she's somebody, someone
who ropes the moon, hangs the sun
her footprints make a trail of stars
burning beneath her becoming scars
upon this world she's made her own
she can't remember what it's like to be alone
and it all becomes so still
in this moment she can feel
everything she's ever had
the fear, the hope, the good, the bad
crashing together like an ocean
she feels sick from the motion
time, the greatest thief
and she feels relief
she will make it, she always has