Silent <br />and brooding she sits. <br />Throwing insults at herself. <br />As unable to decide <br />what to think <br />as her body. <br />Shivering <br />but she can feel the sweat. <br />Can't wash out <br />the acidic taste <br />of her depression. <br />She wants nothing more <br />than to cry. <br />But she can't. <br />Mistake after mistake <br />try after try <br />and she still can't manage <br />to do anything right. <br />She's wrapped her arms <br />around herself again. <br />I wonder wha'ts wrong with her? <br />Shh! She'll hear you! <br />She's trying, once again, <br />to keep her heart <br />from falling apart <br />She thinks <br />maybe if she presses <br />hard enough <br />she'll be whole again.<br /><br />Heart of Ice Die Die Die<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mistake-65/
