(I apologize for the quality of this write. I know it's a little cliche, but that's kind of the point. I'm struggling to get back in the groove and needed to post SOMETHING!)




Broken bones and dark whispers don’t compare to her scars
She’s been longing for something beyond what she can have
But she can only reach so far

Every time she glances back, her life distorts into a hundred other’s dreams
Every face cries the same tears into the same stream

Is it her fantasy to be here or is it only fate
The blackness soon appears as blood runs down her face
A million others fall, each piece shattered into space
Each one writes a poem about each other’s riven state

Echoed cries and hollow screams, keep waiting for the end
We’ve seen the scene too many times and don’t realize
Most don’t live it, they just pretend

Every time she sees herself, only her reflection sees what she wants to see
A truth that she’ll never know she can be

Is it her fantasy to be here or is it only fate
The blackness soon appears as blood runs down her face
A million others fall, each piece shattered into space
Each one writes a poem about each other’s riven state

(She can’t run and she can’t heal and she can’t die but she can feel this)

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