But my wound is stubborn
And it doesn't want to be healed...
They drew the curtains up and fell in line
swayed slowly to the music so old in time...
I stumbled upon the stage of trepidation-
falling-tripping; fumbling my...
I spend a lot of time
Sitting listless on this shelf...
I can withstand
the ill words...
I'm just barely alive,
But almost dead inside...
I've watched her for years now,
struggling to fly with broken wings...
There was silence in a darkened, still
the calmer I became the more anxiety screamed...
I do not miss you anymore,
but please tell me...
Can I remind you,
of the tears I wiped away...
The tears streamed from her eyes
As she fell down to the floor...
You would never be able to tell,
The secret that she hides...