StormyRobotnick

The spark that kept her going.....has long been damaged by stones and words, It's was hard to keep going when one by one the shadowy figures slowly absorbs her might. The scenery keeps changing as people come and go, The mask of joy to hide the fears. The smile that's shown to keep moving on, Repays by smoke that corrupted the lungs. Connections broke off and isolation was her new friend, Confidence died, thought that trying was no use. I wrote songs and drew to throw all the pain away instead to others, Moving was normal indeed....so often that made the thought of trying blur Till one day found an empty table and sat to do the usual ways The