Shes not weak,
just sailing along.
broken into pieces.
lying on the ground.
stumbles every word that she says.
all the words they say .
they run,run through her mind.
seeings if she doesnt belong.
she's saw everything above.
pleasing other may blow you to the limit.
might even kill you..
skies not the limit.
no one to face the world with her.
no one to share her thoughts with.
she's more so sad,
than ever before.
cry's to the thought of being fat.
she cries herself to sleep, knowing nothings right.
knowing that no one would care if she went the wrong way
down the heavy roads,theres light.
Even though the road could serve any direction.
she's losing her mind.
she's in last place.
lost many races.
there's nothing to go home to.
only herself to manage.
no grace to hide her tears.
pain covers her face.
when will things get better?
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