in a second story window,
you see her face
from where you stand on the
sidewalk.
you can't see the tears...
or the anguish in her face.
it's such a sad life upstairs...
in the second story window,
the pain behind the glass
and the room you cannot see.
it's a cold sort of world...
behind the second story window,
with yelling, and crying
and the tears you can't see.
it's a world of its own...
and she is the prisoner.
it's a cold sort of world...
behind that second story window,
so the girl that you saw,
makes a promise to herself.
that even if it's the last thing she does...
she'll leave her lonely life.
so when she met the pavement...
on the ground below,
it was no surprise to her
it was the last thing she did.
the broken glass...
of the second story window,
fell down unto the street
like a rain of glitter.
how could you have known...
that behind the second story window,
there was anything wrong?

[can't decide whether i like it or not...
feedback would be wonderful on this.. please.]
 
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