The Girl

Undecided and more than a little confused,
that's how she'd describe herself.
Like ocean waves, the ebb and flow,
the tiding never stops.
Is it too much to be happy?
Why is it all so complicated?
This is her urgent cry for help,
she finally broke the emergency glass.
How does one function if they never sleep?
How can she hide from pain if she mutilates herself?
How can she have self-confidence if she looks
in the mirror and doesn't know whose looking back?
She's lost you see.
A taper in the rushing wind,
being pushed to open up when all she wants to do is hide.
She's hit an all time low,
the cold, dark rock bottom.
Everywhere she turns,
demons wait to harm her.
She needs help,
but who to get it from?
Not her mother,
she was never Mommy's little angel.
Not from her father,
she's never been daddy's little princess.
This girl has no one to turn to.
So much anger built inside,
no one to release it to.
What's it like to go insane?
To die on the inside while
waiting to die on the out?
She looks around and see's so much,
she's wise beyond her years.
Never intentionally harms a soul,
she can't.
Why give what you get when you only
get cold, harsh feelings thrown at you?
She feels like a little girl again, waiting,
just waiting for some one to pull her through.
No one comes. She's done.
"I quit!" She thinks.
But how can she quit when so many others depend on her?
She won't let them down.
Again and again she pushes herself off the ground,
pulls herself out of the sand pit she calls her life.
That's all she'll ever do,
or is it?
One can only fall so many times before
laying down and accepting fate.
What is her fate?
Not even she knows.
What's a broken, torn, and battered girl to do?
Afraid to speak out for fear of her own voice.
She sits in silence. No one likes the silence because it screams the truth.
So she she listens.
She listens hard, and not just with her ears,
but with her heart as well.
Nothing….
Tonight's the night she lets herself lay down,
cry herself to sleep and never wakes to face her fears.
Face the voices screaming at her to live,
the people telling her to get a grip
and the hurt she hides so well.
No, tonight is the night she rests.
Forever.