She said to me once: "Make my outsides match my insides, kill the pain that
Dwells within. Make the tears flow from my eyes, instead of from my skin."
I don't understand how she can do
What she does when attempting
To make her outsides match her insides.
There's a pain that resides within her, I know
That is slowly *cutting* away at her soul.
I watch her sleep curled
Up tight like a newborn.
She clings to Walter, the racoon, anguish
Screwed upon her face tighter than
The cap on a bottle of Prozac.
I don't understand...
There's a pain that resides within her, I know
That is slowly *scarring* her soul.
I watch her as she smiles at me with
Her mouth but not her eyes.
She leans in my doorway, quietly waiting
For me to turn away so she can disappear like
A shadow into the hallway.
I don't understand...
There's a pain that resides within her, I know
That is slowly *destroying* her soul.
I watch her sit in her tormented
World of comfortableness.
She wants so badly to cry, tears well
Up but they don't fall from her eyes,
Only from the mercy of her hands.
I don't understand how she can do
What she does when attempting
To make her outsides match her insides.
There's a pain that resides within her, I know
That is slowly coaxing her away from me.
Laura