She is still young... Another day of emptiness This life is wearing her down The room around her is a mess Her children safe with her mom She is still young but feeling old Two children with different fathers She sits on the bathroom floor alone The shower chain broke Her neck hurts Then another night of emptiness to wear her down Naked to the world she wraps her sadness in a gown Her children fast asleep she sears the dark with gla**y eyes Choosing carefully among her husband's business ties "Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes But life holds her hand, refusing to let go Leaving her breathing on the floor They're still asleep don't hear her cry And she's still obsessed with rope ends This time she picks a stronger tie With Winnie the Pooh and friends She is still young but feeling old A child dying to be a mother Now she hangs from the ceiling all alone All pressure is falling from her Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief She has learnt all that there is to know about hopelessness Seeing that no effort in this world can stand her test "Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes And Winnie is strong, would never let her fall Prevents her from breathing till she's not there at all But life holds her hands, refusing to let go Leaving her breathing on the floor [Johan Hallgren] [Daniel Gildenlow] Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief She has learnt all that there is to know about helplessness Seeing that no caring in this world can ease her stress Helpless she lies in rope ends and undies Unseeing eyes fixating Eeyore's smile "Over!" she cries as she's going unblind Still in this life Still in this troubled mind The ceiling let go, the old house let her fall Dropping her breathing to the hard cold floor Hitting her head - a broken china soul Red stains on porcelain and she's not there at all Breathing she cries for rope ends and silk ties Beautiful eyes Piglet stands shy behind Broken she lies undead and unblind Beautiful life Beautiful crying young eyes Blackened and bruised, learning how to see Staring at her tooth - crimsoned ivory Hours they pa** this broken china soul Red stains on porcelain And she's not there at all... "...and years later I would find You hanging alas the subte irony in shortering life with an extension lead before I could get You down I died so many times... thoughts about running to the kitchen for a knife to cut You down but I learned that there is no way of leaving the room when someone is hanging from the ceiling Your body just won't allow You that rest You stay to watch her face slowly turn blue finally to let You weight add to hers doubling the burden awaking her to the burden that brough her there in the first place: LIFE" "The Sisters of Solitude... They love and hurt, break and are broken, the sisters of solitude They cannot shake the dust from the ground Cannot rise from the ashes, the sisters of solitude They reach out to embrace the world, good and evil, weak and strong They will settle for nothing less, the sisters of solitude They love that they be loved, give that they be given Hurt that they get hurt, the sisters of solitude Hence, one loses weight by the second Throws up what she can instead of what she cannot Hence, two have tried to hang themselves, too strong to shut life out Yet too weak to live it Hence, the little one dissapears, melts into the walls, stands back Agrees, unsatisfied They all carry the end of the world in their chests Heirs of sadness and irony, of settling for less, of bitter consent Of mothers and mothers of solitude They all carry to break free, the sisters of solitude I fear them all so... I love them all so..."