Washed Away

Her hands were sore from carrying weights That were heavier than her soul She was worried about being late To her own funeral She prefered pretty lies Over what was real When she opened her eyes She was able to heal But she stayed asleep And never wandered far She was counting sheep While you were counting scars She was still tired No matter how much she did rest She wasn't wired To pass that kind of test She was trying to hold on To what had already let go She was just a pawn In her master’s puppet show She bit her bottom lip And played with her blonde curls But honey that’s just the tip Of this iceberg of a girl Rain poured from her brain As though it was a cloud The water streamed through her veins And froze when she left the crowd Her most positive thoughts may be darker, Than her most negative blood. He wrote his name on her heart in marker, But it washed off in the flood.