She unravels constantly.
Being everything for everyone
Neglecting who she cares about
Betrayed by those once in that place.

Straining for heights out of reach
She is shot down.
Her arm still outstretched

To what avail.
She sets up for failure before the idea is formed
Stuck in the cycle,
The rat on the wheel running to accomplish nothing

Dreams of leaving everyone behind coats her tongue
She is shot healing other’s bullet wounds.
Falling behind.
Self sacrifice is her core.
Her feet are tarnished
Dragging to do tasks she allowed.

Boundaries lost in her blind run for attention.
She is no stranger to lying.
She stacks lies to shield from prying eyes.
The vile deed of humanity.
We survive.
When we cannot look at ourselves,
we turn to our peers.

Flowers sprout from this hellscape.
Learn to grow your own garden

Even with stolen tools.