My Broken Ballerina
Everyday she cuts a little deeper...
Everyday she smiles a little weaker..
Her dancing seems to come to a halt
My Broken Ballerina
Her graceful arms stained red
A vain attempt
To end her own suffering
My Broken Ballerina
Tries to stand on her own
But comes crashing down
Farther than she's ever been
A pale face
Dark hair whipping in the wind
A child without a name
A girl without any hope
With every breath
Every word
She grows more shallow
Untill she is nothing
But a beautiful shell
To be blown away...
My Broken Ballerina,
Please dance again for me...

 
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