Keep the misleading voices at bay

Her blackened hair hugs her face
she shies away from the world
no one will need to know of
this lonely, messed up girl

the path that's meant to lead the way
became lost among the dirt
she'll scratch around with her broken nails
her tired hands ache, her sore knees hurt

covered in grit, feeling so unclean
she wanders for a place to bathe
her wounds need cleaning, choked from muck
fed up with trying to seem so brave

you cant see her cracking
below her fading shell
you cant see her crying
tears shes learnt to hide so well
you cant hear her screaming
pleading for your hand
you cant see her shaking
she knows you wouldn't understand

rain pours down upon her forlorn face
gradually drenches her freezing figure
she has no where to shelter herself
the clouds darken as night draws near

just a withered face among the crowd
a struggling soul fighting each hour
deathly dreams sing through her mind
if only she had that power

whispering voices cradle her thoughts
taking advantage of her vulnerable state
blood stein images and lurking shadows
sanity begins to disintegrate

you cant see her cracking
below her fading shell
you cant see her crying
tears shes learnt to hide so well
you cant hear her screaming
pleading for your hand
you cant see her shaking
she knows you wouldn't understand

longing for peace as she rocks back and forth
kicking and shouting for the voices to leave
longing for colour to seep into her dreams
wishing the open sores would no longer bleed

opportunities of new starts and such
never stretch enough for her to grasp
stuck in a desolate, caved state of mind
far from any future, soaked into the past

the desperate need of a chance at life
goes unnoticed day after day
crawling, searching through the mist of her tears
keeping the misleading voices at bay