It slips like sand, from both your hands,
You can't seem to see past that,
Running down the memory lane,
You realize the difference it has all made,
Good or bad,
Just like brown sand, Why does everything feels like slipping away,
Close your eyes, hold your breath, hide your tears,
And scream like it's the end,
All those voices, All those words,
Pierce your soul to the core,
They don't seem to realize what she's going through all along,
Living a life, feels like a lie,
Cause it's only a matter of time when death comes knocking to you or someone you are close by,
Their goes one drop,
Followed by the storm raging inside her,
In a matter of time,
Why can't she be normal and live a pleasant life,
They call her child, they call her names, thinking she is some naive little girl unlike them,
It is easy for them to say when they got no idea why is she like that,
Little do they know what storm she holds inside that pretty little head of hers then,
Sleep tight,
Wake Up bright,
Why can't she just follow that trend,
It's not that hard to up take...
Is what she asks herself every other day,
Close your eyes, count till ten, take deep breaths and go fall into a nice hearty sleep,
To ease away all the pain..
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Ethereal Rhymes
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