She's scared inside and out.
she wants to shout...

She stands in her door way.
looking down the road...

The color blank.
what do i think about...

She's staring at the biggest fear.
the one that she doesn't even tell...

Sitting in a room full of paper.
she looks for a pen or a pencil...

As i sit here.
why would people care...

Lonely and sad makes it different.
but that's not me anymore really...

I can't stop thinking about it.
that night...

I'm laying on the floor shaking down my body.
My hands are weaving out in blood...

I can't take this lie anymore.
i just wanna hide behind my door...

The problems go by without a trace.
the voices go in her head...

The thoughts run down her leg.
the blood drips from the knee...