She was someones princess
But now she lays broken on the floor..
Once perfection,now she feels tainted and stained..
In a crowd of a million people she feels alone..
She wants to forget the betrayal and miss trust from her past
But with monotonous regularity it drags her back in...
She struggles and fights, and finds scratches and marks when she wakes....
She was someones princess
She diverts attention off herself to avoid speculation of what was....
She hates that she does it but it's nice to have a distraction from her gaping wound..the wound he left..open...bleeding and sore.
Drifting in sometimes unstable waters
Fighting to stay above the nightly tide....
Reaching out in to the darkness and grabbing for what isn't there......sweat on her brow..as she wakes in panic....she trembles...
