She winces
Blinded by starlight
Chipping the polish from her nails
Timing the gaps between car lights
With one foul step she could leave this place
Of scarred up arms and thinning face
The Pressures build
A spinning race
Lone summer nights
Long high school days
Only if they knew
The strange shapes in her view
She might let them read the manuscripts
She writes with trembling wit
When the sun comes down
To cover her like a funeral gown
Where should she go with all of her shame?
Exhausted and defanged
The rats she can't slay or taim
Set up shop inside her brain
Hour after hour
Manipulative rodents say
"Throw it all away"
A winter girl
With frigid ways
No dinner after 6pm
No sugar on her plate
She needs a to hold something
Before her world incinerates
Where can she go
When the fires blare at home?
Back into the cold
Walking quickly down the main road
Timing the gaps between cars
To cease the tick of her wretched heart
Moments hard
Arms scared
From years of self-abuse
Better a foul step
Than an obvious noose
Where can she go
To recover
To be fully filled with hope?
Endless trips down the main strip
Nails digging into her shrinking wrists
Something has got to give
SOMETHING HAS GOT TO GIVE!!!
So she gives in
Franticly dials the phone
Nevermind the traffic drone
She doesn’t want to die alone
SHE WILL NOT DIE ALONE
At her own pathetic hand
Ana
This is one life you will not command
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