Sitting alone and disillusioned in her own bubbled up space.
Covering up, her scarred up face.
Feeling distant from the world of grey.
Covered up, to much to say.
Feeling helpless
Cleaning up the mess,
Juggled up with much to confess.
Crazed with fractures, and an empty embrace.
Looking lost was the expression on her face.
Collecting thoughts,
Images, they fought.
Round the table they go,
Someone ought to know.
Now faced with her nightmare
With all the wear and tear.
A blood stained footprint washed away with care.
Doubled down, in teardrops, mistakenly brave, but scared.
Wrapped up in promises, feeling a little bare.
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