My tears follow me
Like children's footsteps
Ever growing
Never ending
Reminding me
Of this first time those tears were shed
That even though I think I've grown
I'm still that little girl crying on the bed
Trying to find a comforting image
To bring me back to what I thought was normal
I would live in images
A better life
A different girl
I learned that world was just a thought,
That slowly I would be brought back into what I didn't want as my reality
Still there
Still on the same bed
But with answers.