She fell down the stairwell of broken. She said humour me sad music for there must be
something to laugh about in bitter tears.
Tell me what do you call a woman who hates living but is afraid to die. Plots death but cannot fullfil it.
The deep end of life is a river but tastes like a salty sea and below it is the weight of a deep ocean. This ‘she’ is a sad, broken woman with no anchor.
She needs to be whole because everything around her is broken. Sad story, cliche but the truth does usually sound too familiar these days. Help her to be happy while being broken.