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She is young...

Another day of
This is wearing her down
The room around her is a
Her children safe her mom

She is still but feeling old
Two children different fathers
She on the bathroom floor alone
The chain broke
Her hurts

Then another of emptiness to wear her down
Naked to the world she wraps her sadness in a
Her children fast asleep she sears the dark with glassy
Choosing carefully among her husband's ties

"Over!" she through rope ends and silk ties
Beautiful life escaping her blue eyes
But holds her hand, refusing to let go
her breathing on the floor

They're still don't hear her cry
And she's still obsessed with rope
time she picks a stronger tie
With Winnie the and friends

She is still but feeling old
A child to be a mother
Now she from the ceiling all alone
All pressure is falling her

Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on
Merely twenty beautiful but a taste for grief
She has learnt all that there is to know about
Seeing that no effort in world can stand her test

"Over!" she cries through rope ends and ties
Beautiful life her young blue eyes
And is strong, would never let her fall
Prevents her from breathing till she's not at all
But holds her hands, refusing to let go
Leaving her breathing on the

[Johan

[Daniel

Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's on disbelief
twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief
She has learnt all there is to know about helplessness
Seeing that no caring in this world can ease her

Helpless she lies in ends and undies
Unseeing eyes Eeyore's smile
"Over!" she as she's going unblind
in this life
Still in this mind
The ceiling let go, the old house let her
Dropping her to the hard cold floor
Hitting her head - a broken soul
Red stains on porcelain and not there at all

Breathing she cries for rope ends and silk
Beautiful eyes Piglet shy behind
she lies undead and unblind
Beautiful
Beautiful crying eyes
Blackened and bruised, how to see
Staring at her - crimsoned ivory
Hours they this broken china soul
Red on porcelain
And she's not at all...