She sat all alone
watching the emptyness
take a hold of her tears
so many things she couldn't say
so many hopeless lost years.
She was blind from birth
and she couldn't walk
the silence descended
she could not speak or talk.
Counting every hour
with fantasy unicorns
so many withered roses
without thorns.
She's been in 40
different foster homes
with no one still to love her
can't think of any memories
because nothing is, as they were.
She's seen perfect
shinning rainbows
She's looked at perfect
golden skies
people just walk away
no one looks behind her eyes.
She's sat waiting for the person
the love that would never come
waiting for him to take her hand
her heart beats like a tiny drum.
She's spent so many days
in confindment
She's watched her dreams
get washed away
Lonely screams throughout
the night
skies that cast a gray.
In a wheelchair she sits
content with herself
yet her heart,
broken into timid pieces
her hands so frail
the teary eyes increases.
She watches them
from broken eyes
and see's the happiness
remembering
forgotten lies
how much she wants to confess.
Butterflies
live inside
and flutter through her being
all the agony she feels
nobody else is seeing.
But if you look beyond
those tattered tears
and find way to her soul
you'll see the girl
with the angelic face
the girl who isn't whole.
But if you look behind
those tattered eyes
seeing truth amid the lies
you'll see a girl who's slowly dying
she cannot walk, she cannot talk,
but she enjoys her own crying.
