Gone

She bends her head over to cry...
But nothing comes out of her brown, turned to blue, eyes.

She intends to be happy - if she'll believe she'll be...
But what she feels inside isn't on the label she carries...

The world gives her shame, pain and regret...
Can she forget the past or is she not able to yet?

Can things ever be the way they were...?
Or are those bright pretty dreams ones that tear, fade and blur?

Bury herself into her own dreamscape...
Full of butterflies, flowers, lovely pictures - her only escape.

In this world, how can things ever be the same...
When everything wonderful dies away and fades?

She says love is just a silly feeling she cannot take.
Reality is Hell and her dreams are her only escape...

She's too far away for anyone to ever reach...
Her world is deep - it takes her away from the grief.

She bends her head over pleading for tears...
But all her sadness flow in rivers inside her...

This angel world has so many devils lurking in her tracks...
They take piece by piece and she's about to crack...

Nothing can ever be the same again...
She keeps breaking and shattering at the end...

Buries herself into a world of isolation...
No one will hurt her in her place of consolation.

Deeper and deeper no more hurt or no more pain...
She hides so cunningly; she's too far away...

Her eyes are blank, force a smile over her frown...
To her all smiles are lies; they're really meant to be upside down.

Wear a mask, do an act; perform like a lifeless doll...
Her spirit slowly dies and fear makes her fall...

Reality escapes her; all she needs is her small retreat...
A Utopia that shields her away from cruelty and deceit...

Escape into a dream full of stars you can hold in your hands...
Seas emerald green and many exotic lands...

Prism butterflies, wind riding white stallions...
Magic everywhere... it is her small vacation.

Too far away is she; never will she take anyone's help or pity...
She's ashamed to let anyone know, so insecure, and rickety...

Her past locked away for only her to know. Tightly, tightly wrapped...
Alone and unstable, silently screaming and shattered... she's trapped.

Her heart is as deep as the deepest blue seas...
That held many unhidden secrets - the surface - beneath.

A porcelain doll that broke into a million different pieces.
A wound in each shard, placed back together: a puzzle of secrets.

She's too far away to be retrieved and brought back home.
It seems she's already left... it seems she's already gone...

I remember showing this to a friend back around ninth or tenth grade. I asked him what his thoughts were in regards to it. He told me she sounded insane. These words deeply saddened me.