Shattered Paintbrush

I sat across from my mirror
at the girl on the other side
it hurt me to even realize
how much shit she had to hide

she was the one people came to
when they needed somewhere to cry
always willing to lend a shoulder
and helping someone get by

she touched her swollen face
and watched her reflection move
she touched her bloody wrists-
one last thing she had to prove

inside this broken girl
were her hopes and dreams
but now they spilled and conjugated beneath her
she was being ripped apart at the seams

she picked up her hopes, one by one
and studied them with thought
she wondered how anyone could think
that love could just be bought

her first dream was love
to be with someone great
i guess the path she was steering
wasn't supposed to be her fate

her second dream was happiness
a feeling that was rare
one she got from only a few
the ones who showed her that they cared

her hopes were small and a few strut out
she didn't know where to start
should she begin where he had loved her
or where he tore her apart?

she lifted her fist to the mirror
and sifted through her paintbrush eyes
a shitty canvas of her life
one last stroke, the into her painting she dives.

Copyright (C) Rita Bintz 2005