Broken
Broken
Vine of thorns about her skin,
Like a halo upon her head.
Nails dug in her flesh like stakes,
The tips finely poisoned by lead.
But not a scar is seen,
Nor will a scream ever be heard.
For she carries all her wounds inside,
Her emotions a caged-in bird.
With broken wings she cannot fly,
With a broken spirit she cannot soar.
Happiness is lost to her now,
The rain of life beginning to pour.
So cauldron, cauldron, boil and bubble,
Setting her life in stone.
So here sets a broken girl,
With no real place to call home.
Crucified without the scars,
Flying on broken wings.
There is the one we’ll know,
As the girl who knows to many things.
Dark and light, good versus evil,
Fighting within, wanting to be free.
So watch as two worlds collide,
In that girl who I call “me”.
Vine of thorns about her skin,
Like a halo upon her head.
Nails dug in her flesh like stakes,
The tips finely poisoned by lead.
But not a scar is seen,
Nor will a scream ever be heard.
For she carries all her wounds inside,
Her emotions a caged-in bird.
With broken wings she cannot fly,
With a broken spirit she cannot soar.
Happiness is lost to her now,
The rain of life beginning to pour.
So cauldron, cauldron, boil and bubble,
Setting her life in stone.
So here sets a broken girl,
With no real place to call home.
Crucified without the scars,
Flying on broken wings.
There is the one we’ll know,
As the girl who knows to many things.
Dark and light, good versus evil,
Fighting within, wanting to be free.
So watch as two worlds collide,
In that girl who I call “me”.
♠ ♠ ♠
I have been staying all summer with my grandfather while my grandmother was in the hospital. I've been here since June 2nd. My grandmother is back home but she is so sick and I try to stay strong for everybody.But nobody can be strong for me.