This is the sad, sad tale of a girl (barely a woman) who wanted to do so much in her life and still does. She got pregnant at an early age, forced herself to marry because of this and as a result attempted suicide. This isn't a story about anyone in particular, but I can't say it isn't true because I know so many girls around the world are suffering from such tragedy. This is for them and the hope that this won't (or has not) happened to any of you all.

Heart Held Back

An army of alternatives

Spilled on a cold tile

The biggest shelf in her house

She threw that porcelain bottle

Forgotten on the floor

Next to clear blue eyes

And bleeding fingertips

In a foggy upturned mind

Spends all her time

Plugged into a track steady climb

Twenty four hours on an empty brain

And acustic’s never gunna feel the same

Reflecting on every single lie

And how she choked them all down

Her spoonfuls of sugar were

Worse than meds to soothe

Glossy, confection coated smiles

Shoved in her eyes

And then she’ll recall

Every

Single

Threat

Her only foundation falls behind

An echoing scene of emptiness is her

Broken-record, repeating rhyme

She’d pack her bags

Say goodbye and leave tonight

But its too late to leave this life

That’s seen so little

And done too much

And

Maybe its not the worst

But somewhere between

What touches the eyes

And her thoughts

Obscure lines are blurred

In a desperate palace she’d like to love

But loyalty and some crazy hope

Hold her weak arms back