"Steps/ Broken Glass"
(1838 | 110119)
I danced wildly to my own beat
Ignoring the music that played
Inside my head I was inside the stage once more
I was under the sea of million eyes
I ignored the sharp pain
The trickling liquid
The pool that had formed beneath my feet
As I twirled and leaped
I dropped to the floor exhausted
Out of sadness
The memory has to end
Like every chapter in a story
I felt the glass in my arms
Digging itself under my feet
But that pain has been long numb
I lay beneath my own pool
The cuts I receive are just reminders to me
My stage is over
And my exhaustion to everything was only tolling on me now
It was only another day to survive
I walk away from my reflection
Leaving my trail once again
Waiting to see if they'd actually find me the next day
I threw the ballet shoes across the messed up room
"Till we meet again..."
(1846)
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