When Nothing is Whole
They say loneliness is good for the soul
But how can something be good when nothing's whole?
When those dark nights keep getting darker.
& the memories still mark her.
No one's by her side
because they expect her to keep it all inside.
Strong girls aren't weak.
Big girls aren't meek.
They don't want to hear it.
They don't want to admit she doesn't fit.
She's dead inside but her heart still beats
& her holes still bleed.
She's not ice cold & she's not numb.
She's a prisoner to whom freedom will never come.
She cries alone with no one to wipe her tears.
She's alone living her greatest fears.
Her insecurities best her every day.
She wishes she could run away.
Crawl out of her skin & never look back.
Never see those empty eyes that don't know jack.