Poetic Justice

Splinters of nothing

She lays there,
Passing the blame,
Onto all who could be blamed.
The wind whistles into her ears,
Her ears...
If only those around her,
Had chosen to listen,
To hear her desperate cries,
And pleading urges.

Her eyes move toward the darkening
Sky,
Forming above what used to be her
Light.
Eyes...
If only people who said they loved her
Saw the broken,
Behind her perfectly,
Star-filled eyes.

As she lays there,
Her tears are all dried up,
After all,
A waterfall,
Can only run wild,
For a certain amount of time.

She feels broken,
Casting the hate,
Onto all who played,
All who strayed.

But she realises not,
That she,
Had broken herself like that.
The hope in her eyes,
Had died away,
Because she decided,
To switch off the light.

Her tears won't stop,
Because she,
Told herself,
That she is,
All that the hurt is.

She took the whispers as answers,
Answers,
To her bewildering heart,
Of whether or not,
She was good enough.

She had no need to build her wall,
One day she thought;
Perhaps it would be fun,
To see how high she could build,
But then,
When it was far too late,
She tried to climb the wall,
But realised,
That she had built it too high.

It's not her fault,
She refuses to say,
That her heartache,
Was caused by herself.
But now all she does is lay,
Beckoning for someone to save her,

Not realizing that her power,
Lies in her devastated heart,
That her healer,
Is the reflection in the mirror.

But once you repeat the same lie,
It starts to become true.
Once you believe you won't be,
No matter the cause,
You'll never be.

Now all she does,
Is stare at the sky,
Moving from day to night,
Lying aimlessly,
No reason to continue.

Her heart beats at the rhythm,
Of the ground,
And her dreams alter,
To the days of beneath
Because she told herself,
That she had become,
Splinters of nothing.

And once you believe that you are,
A splinter of nothing,
No one but you,
Can make yourself believe,
Anything different.