One Day She Knew

One day she'll try to hard.
One day she'll go to far.
One day she'll that step ahead,
They feared would lead to difference.

She spent her night tugging at the strings,
wondering down the cobbled streets,
watched by empty windows.
She stumbled and she fell, against those strings,
wondering through the trees
to find a place where she could walk
free from prying eyes.
She stared up at the stars,
though they wouldn't have her.
She longed for the tremulous sea,
though it wouldn't speak back to her.
The wind she called to,
it went away.
The trees she cried at,
Shied off in the breeze.

Pulled back by the familiar unhappy tug,
she let herself be pulled.
She knew she could not fight it.
She knew she could not win.
She knew these things like she knew her name.

But still she tried again.

A/N: Just interested in what you thought this meant... my mum thought suicide which was interesting... if you want to know just mail me at oh_fiddlesticks9