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She is young...

Another day of
life is wearing her down
The around her is a mess
Her safe with her mom

She is still young but old
Two children with fathers
She sits on the bathroom alone
The chain broke
Her neck

Then another night of emptiness to her down
Naked to the world she her sadness in a gown
Her children fast asleep she the dark with glassy eyes
Choosing carefully among her husband's business

"Over!" she cries through rope ends and ties
life escaping her young blue eyes
But holds her hand, refusing to let go
Leaving her on the floor

They're asleep don't hear her cry
And she's still obsessed with rope
This she picks a stronger tie
Winnie the Pooh and friends

She is young but feeling old
A child dying to be a
Now she hangs from the ceiling all
All pressure is falling her

Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's on disbelief
Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for
She has all that there is to know about hopelessness
Seeing that no effort in this world can stand her

"Over!" she cries rope ends and silk ties
Beautiful life escaping her blue eyes
And Winnie is strong, would never let her
Prevents her breathing till she's not there at all
But life her hands, refusing to let go
her breathing on the floor

[Johan

Gildenlow]

Seeing guilt has taught her guilt raised on disbelief
Merely twenty but with a taste for grief
She has learnt all there is to know about helplessness
that no caring in this world can ease her stress

Helpless she lies in rope and undies
Unseeing eyes fixating smile
"Over!" she as she's going unblind
Still in life
in this troubled mind
The ceiling let go, the old let her fall
Dropping her breathing to the cold floor
Hitting her head - a broken soul
Red stains on and she's not there at all

Breathing she cries for rope ends and silk
Beautiful eyes Piglet shy behind
Broken she undead and unblind
Beautiful
Beautiful young eyes
Blackened and bruised, how to see
Staring at her tooth - crimsoned
Hours they pass this china soul
Red on porcelain
And she's not at all...