My Story.

There is this girl
She lives alone
Yet so many invade her life
Yet so many people invade her life
She is filled with pain
She is filled with grief
There is no way to make this
Make this go away

She always sits alone in her only place for sanctuary
She feels so empty
She feels so tired
She’s needed this for a long long while
She sits alone with the instrument
So sharp
Sharp are the words that move around
Sharp are the thought s that invade her life
Soft was the wrist that was so pale
Soft were the curls that formed her hair
Red is the color of her only escape
Red is the pain that escapes her grip
It runs down as she realizes all her fears
She runs away as she realizes that
They are all still there
They are all still there
The thoughts, the fears, her breaking heart
She is all alone in this whole wide world

Denial is so far away
She fakes thee smile everyday
She fakes the laughs all alone

Why does no one love this girl?
She was so pretty
She was so sweet
What made this girl this ways?

She is alone
She is unwanted
She hopes for love and happiness that never comes
She sit alone and helps her self
The only way that peace can save
The instrument that brings her peace
So sharp are the thoughts
So red is the pain, she runs form everyday

The pain she feels gets so old
The pain she feels gets so old
Her wrists won’t heal
Her song won’t sing
Her pain will always invade
Unwanted she feels, unloved she is
No hope is hers for any peace