Sometimes she wonders
If she's ever been loved
If she's ever been happy
Or good enough
Sometimes she cries
When she's alone
When darkness falls
Upon her silent home
When she sees the scars
That won't seem to heal
She wonders will she know
How to live life for real
Some scars can't be seen
Old wounds still cause pain
Sometimes she welcomes
The freezing rain
He's on her mind
Sketched on her heart
He'll never know
How she's ripped apart
He said the sweetest thing
She didn't want to hear
He just left her standing there
Didn't care to be near
So she laughs through the pain
And she fakes a smile
She wears a mask
It's been with her a while
Sometimes she wonders
Where she has been
Lost in lonely haze
Can't get back again
Memories cut
Like a razor sharp edge
She can't stand to think
The thoughts in her head
She walks the tightrope
Of reason and truth
And she hates the logic
Of what she must do
There's a little girl
Screaming out loud
Begging for forgiveness
Inside of her now
(m.g./4-'05)
YOU ARE READING
She
PoetryThis is no sort of brilliant writing. It was written during a breakup, while in rehab. (fun stuff) So, it's not great, but it's heart felt.
