railway .

turning 21 this year.
supposedly marking the year i'm officially an "adult".

crying vehemently.
why, oh, do tell me why?

never at peace with herself.
every day trying.
pushing herself.
forcing her to become a better, her?

hearts too heavy.
its locked and buried in the bottom of the sea.
but i still find myself walking around with a very, very long chain.

nobody speaks her language.
all alone in a foreign land.
foreign to her own self too.

who is this person i see?
i share her body, which we both quite hate.
i share her thoughts, which we both drown in.
i share her tears, which we both feel the bitterness in each drop.
i share her heart, oh, that icebox she calls her heart.
i share her soul, which we both fear has been sworn to eternal pain.
who is in me?

she's broken you know.
her head shows her nothing but the past.
her body drags her around, surviving the present, in hopes of a better future.

xx