She's Done Dancing

Sometimes silence is one’s loudest scream,

Tears rolling down soft cheeks,
Leaving behind a limp heart you see.

But you don’t see, you couldn’t,
For she hides the pain and shields the world from seeing
The brokenness of her very being.

She’s trying so hard to hold herself together,
Upon weak knees pleading for days that are better,
Still chasing happiness that seems to last never.

So on drags the day, the weight she carries grows heavier,
The pain manifesting into something larger
And her tolerance deteriorating into one much smaller.

She’s dying inside, the defeat is metastasizing.
She’s crumbling, falling apart and now she is crawling.
The maniacal memories are consuming
The coherent thought she once possessed and
All that’s left is a shell of what she used to be.

For her vibrancy has been replaced with insanity,
Simplicity taken over by atrocious complexity.
Never ending anxiety that has no remedy,
She’s done dancing to an excruciating melody.

-s.d