She says to no one
That "I'm feeling broken"
These bandages don't do much to hold in
The pain that I feel, cus we've barley spoken
Lost in my bed I fear I've not awoken
Riding a feelings of once upon wholesome
Dreaming the night you cooked us chicken
She's hungry and sinking into this lonesome
I want for her to breathe and abstain from
Letting this thinking turn to a maelstrom
Fighting the gale of oncoming tantrum
She'd be the storm if I were to succumb
I have to practice not calling myself dumb
Bite my toung and not be so high-strung
Take in a breath and empty my lung
Brush back my hair twist till I'm wrung
She'll sing this song
Just to say that it's been sung
"I can do this"
I tell myself to keep her going on

© Artemis' Arrow