I know its kinda long but Id really apreciate it...
How does she manage...
Sitting alone out in the cold
Begging for a speck of hope to hold...
Writing used to be easy
I would put ink onto paper...
it doesn't feel like a cut
it's an ache that hurts down to the core of my...
Metal shavings swiftly spread;
burning flames of blue-white shed...
The top skin looks good
underneath linger problems...
The lurking shadows
Waiting oh so patiently...
I see her footprints fade
upon the earth like a nightmare...
I have more to do and much to say
My mind couldn’t stop it anyway...
The sad stranger
who stands still and tall...
Our lips were a shade of delicate light blue;
their colour that of gentle stalactite...
Here's a little story, about a little girl,
Once her eyes, were the brighest of them all...