Sta.sh
She's small around the middle
always dying when she breathes
she has no strength to keep her
not that she ever sees the bright blue sky
only listening to the sound
of childrens' laughter in the air
he reflection spinning round and round
the circuits in her head
In the morning she hardly wakes
except to run her mile
the world may never see it
her simple little smile
Moments drift in the past
with comments left unsaid
In every lonely hour
the helpless tears are shed
for every hopeless effort
The shrink can fill her up
with mounds of little pills
but everyday she grows closer
to the everlasting hills
Her family can never stop it
the monster that's inside
"I'm getting better."
All the weeks she's lied
They believe her
God only knows the pain
she wakes to everyday
always working to perfection
there is no time play
No love can cure her problem
the help is never enough
words have destroyed her life
there is no diamond in the rough
not for her
She's almost dead.
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