Shes got scars on her chest,
And bruises on her heart.
Shes got papercuts on her wrists.
She sits in her room,
Staring at the clock-
Watching as time gives up slowly.
Letting her sorrow and pain over come her.
Even though shes dying and giving up slowly;
She never not once gave up before now.
But that's what you get when you trust someone too much and they completely screw you over.
