she

she is beautiful , dark , a mystery, something beyond words, but no one can see the way she hurts.
hurts herself , hates herself , loves her closest peers and embraces her bloodline , a diamond in the withered abandon reckage and always puts that one million dollar smile on.
she is falling and thinks no one will catch her. so fragile and scared she lives in fear.
closed up and balled up , 1.2.3 I think she's going to throw up.
there's a space between her and the world , a space that not even god himself can separate.
everyone makes it seem so easy to climb over the wall and be normal ...what a selfish and unconvincing thing to say.
being trapped in that roller coaster or webs , lies , being scared of even breathing sometimes ...because that means she's alive...being alive means that there are slim places to hide and be in the silence. where life is going , she can't do much of anything but sit , wait and find out.
©scorpio