Half There

Reflection askew on a dirty pane
Eyes lost amongst the tracks outside
The familiar chugging of the train
Such a normal scene, but pain resides

Circling like vultures round the corpse
Plucking thoughts like the decay of flesh
All that is real and good in life warps
In a hideous maze, in an endless mesh

She’s just a girl, sat with her headphones in
Nothing you’d look at or want to question
But you don’t know where her head’s been
What haunts her, what feeds her, this depression

Just like her half there train window reflection
She’s faded, worn, tired, a mere projection


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