She’s got red eyes.
A bit blue inside and doesn’t know why,
But her stride keeps gliding
Up before the sunrise.
Bleeding inside out and wishing for the pain to subside
A tricky soul with talents an inch short from amazing
But can’t seem to heal herself;
She keeps on
Running marathons with broken bones.
She comes out swinging,
Punching holes in the walls she herself created
Questioning the love she can’t seem to relate to
Hoping that one day that she will be a little less unhappy
And just a little stronger.