Through Broken Glass
The skinny girl that
Blends in with the trees
Had enough and said
“There’s nothing good about me!”
This poor girl couldn’t tell
How she wasn’t, wasn’t well
Her vision was distorted
By broken glass
Ana’s shadows had
Captured this poor lass
But one day she finally
Broke
She had hit the end
Of her rope.
She doesn’t know how
To it fix, how to it mend
So she decided
“This is the end.”
All can only hope
That she will discover
That there’s people who
Can fix that rope
One way or another
She needs to have hope
And open her eyes
See out of Ana’s shadows
See what out there lies
Blends in with the trees
Had enough and said
“There’s nothing good about me!”
This poor girl couldn’t tell
How she wasn’t, wasn’t well
Her vision was distorted
By broken glass
Ana’s shadows had
Captured this poor lass
But one day she finally
Broke
She had hit the end
Of her rope.
She doesn’t know how
To it fix, how to it mend
So she decided
“This is the end.”
All can only hope
That she will discover
That there’s people who
Can fix that rope
One way or another
She needs to have hope
And open her eyes
See out of Ana’s shadows
See what out there lies
♠ ♠ ♠
©storystereo - 4/6/11I wrote this after I saw where a girl on Tumblr that was planning on killing herself. I don't know if she did, or if it was even legit, but it hit a cord in me, and so I wrote this. The title is taken from her URL.