She Tried

They drip and slide so quietly 
They are cold
The tears form a puddle 
And into it she looks
And sees her reflection 
Such sad, dark eyes 
And the girl whispers 
Through cracked lips 
And trembling hands 
“I’m trying” 
And the tears keep coming 
As she realizes 
She is trying 
Trying so hard 
And it’s not working at all.


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