Night after night
The tears kept rolling,
The stars kept twinkling.
And the clouds appeared later,
Twisting and turning,
Hysterically laughing.
She was the mad woman in the attic.
Her back arched when she laughed,
The tears kept the pillow wet.
The darkness embracing,
Her new found friend.
Comforting and soothing.
Locked in the room
Was a woman with her heart broken.
Her body was a battlefield,
She was left to deal with it.
Lovely parents never prepared her for this.
Pushed out into this world of brightness,
Holding onto the scars was an ordeal.
When will this come to an end?
Her brother replied, “when you cease to exist”.


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