The poem itself holds many metaphors. It has frustrations that I am sure many of you can relate to if you had ever been in the shoes of this girl.
She goes crazy when she don’t have her threatment
She pulls out hair off her head
All the world could offer, she resent
No matter what good deeds would lead
Nothing matters for she was into deep
Cornered by shadows she created
Death and lonesome she loved to keep
Anything that lets it stay, she guarded
No one knew her like her datas did
Every night she plants a seed
Examing it everytime she plants another
Why she did it, no one asked
She woke up battered
From three to four hours sleep
All that she was, you may only see if you knew her skin-deep
She worked in mysterious ways
Well postured and seem to be on a daily routine
All evidence can be found right where she lays
You will be shocked at the presence of the scene
Frightened and isolated
She wanted to drown and she admitted
No way in hell was she ever going to stop
Until she was sure that she has come on top
All the drips and stains
She planned it well
She planted her last seed and poured her brain
Paranoid as ever, she let it all out
Though she kept in mind, once in the process to not shout
She wanted everything to be okay
She drenched herself once more
Every bone in her body were numb and sore
She tried to put it all down without messing a thing
She gives a ton of love to all
Even to all that she’ll never know
She’s sorry that she’s taking such a great fall
But she thanks you for all the love you let her dwell
She sobs uncontrollably in between each gulp,
There she goes, she looks pass her curtains and regret
She’s as high as she could be allowed
Not waiting until the sunset
After a few mourn
She closed her eyes shut hoping it will be easier
Moving closer and closer, she finally took that leap
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She broke down in frustration
How could this have happend?
Why wasn’t she invisble?
It’s not pulling through and she grew aggressive
She slashed out
Ever since that day,
Se prayed to leave if there were any other way
Assuring herself that she will not take failure.
Unti today, she wished she had gone through it all.
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