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.

Blackened bruises 

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.