16· broken pieces back together

She's okay when she awakes, it's just another breath away, a hazy unknown few hours in school, learning to fit between the norms. They'll be laughter and games, and flirty glances, but it'll just be another futile day, to waste away and fray. Studies don't really matter, nothing seems to now though, and lines are becoming blurry, was she ever going to be something more than just 'okay'? And late at night, when no one else is watching, she'll tear apart her thoughts, and sink that blade deep within. No one hears her muffled cry, but for one moment, just that one, everything goes away [but then it has to tumble down all over again.] Was anybody watching? To fix a broken girl? Desperately clinging to life, but not knowing when to begin. There'll be a day she goes too far, and even though she doesn't want to cause alarm or strife, you hear the amulance siren ring.