The feeble life
Of a girl who had once lived.
Emotions scattered beneath her,
Her subconscious struggling to gather Every shard of depression and mania.
How hard it must be
To survive in a mind
That fights against itself.
Not only
Is there a never ending battle
With the insane world we reside in,
But there's no escape.
No escape.
Not even one.
Having to pick herself up
Again and again
And again, yet never succeeding
To collect the whole self
Of the girl
Who had once lived.
