Dying Girl

Words upon empty words that provide me with no release are becoming unfriendly and cruel
I'm so tired, so achy, and so broken that my fragile body is running out of fuel
I hold no chance to stand up tall and take on the world that's s working so hard to beat me down
I'd rather just escape this place, and begin a new life in a barren, undeveloped town
Scarred over indiscretions are quite possibly beating my securities to their death
Now ringing INsecurities are begging for some sort of remorse, for a first and final breath
Icy stares made in anger are treating my stomach to pure and simple hearted disgust
No one can explain themselves to me with the truth, but you may attempt it, if you must
With not one thing to grasp my arm around and depend on for the sake of trying
Seems to stick around long enough to make my soul want to aspire to the thought of flying
A dying girl is all I'll ever be inside a label that I cannot even begin to want to comprehend
I used to have words to explain my ways, but they turned stupid, immature and come to an end.

^^ Spur of the moment. Yuck.