She harnessed the horses
short on her grip and keeping control
a storm in the ocean inside of her soul
She sealed all her doors
She swallowed a tear
With a spastic movement she shook off the pain
and clutching a bottle she whispered a name
She refused the fear
Then after a while
she wouldn't remember the reason she'd cry
and everything normal would look like a lie
Her problems could pile
She hated the numb
She desperately looked for excuses to feel
She destroyed herself searching for what is real
But she wasn't dumb
A smile on her face
A smile as she fell in the coffin she built
cut just in her size and half covered in filth
she finished the race
On her bottle she stared
she had taught herself everything she had learned
secretly hurting, the bridges were burned
and nobody cared.
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