eye closed, it feels acidic
can't wait to finally cry
is she still alive
will he ever come back
what's wrong
the same old shell,
yet this time she's filled to the brim
with tornado, a hurricane in her brain
flap above the water,
but the game has yet ended
tangled ropes between her feets
thoughts that hurt her heart at 3am
all these weights on her wings
insecure winds wear her down
she's blown into the uncertain future
no one has to know, she'll deal with it on her own
it gulps her alive
couldn't they be merciful, at least kill her first
tonight she dies again
so often, it's almost like returning home
only the irony is she's always homed
no worries, fix it up and home works again
hopefully, she reaches her destination
before tape runs out
and again, her eyes closed
she blinks, waiting for light to bleed in
but at least for tonight
she manages to convince herself that all's fine
