Every fiber of her being Was bruised tattered and bloodied
By the shards of glass that is death
Red swollen eyes saw nothing but bleak emptiness stretching through forever
A heart strained to beat beneath its cloak of stone
Gone forever is the innocent sweet twinkle in her eyes
Or is it?
A friendship still very much in its infancy
Has slowly started to heal the gaping wounds
That riddled every inch of her heart and soul
Red swollen eyes return to a bright hazel
One by one the stones begin to corrode
Revealing a tattered but beautiful giving heart
Laughter softly tickles her insides
Taking little tiny baby steps
Each and every day she tries harder
Remembering what it’s like
To be alive
Not just sitting amoung the living