Such a strive.

Tearful eyes..
Its no surprise..
She doesn't smile any more..

Violent life..
Its such a strive to pick herself up, off the floor.

Her weaknesses try to overcome..
But she hides them deep down inside..
Fakes a smile..
and imagines herself..
living a different life..

And it gets harder with every move she makes..
And it gets harder with every breath she takes...
And all she can do..
To find her way throo..

Is pray.

Childish cries..
Tears streaming in lines..
Down her cold white face..

No reason for life..
Its such a strive..
To stand up tall in the right place..

And it gets harder every long lasting day..
and she cries even more with the words that they say..

And all she can do to find her way throo..

is pray..

All she can do to see it differently..
is to live a life of fake memories.