They always talk as if I'm not there
they whisper...
Trapped inside life
Pushed and pulled...
Alone she sits
playing sad songs...
She plugs her ears
There's fighting again...
Torn to shreds.
Her skirt frays...
Another day
Another lie...
++ locked door , and old razor ,
a white towel turned red...
Feeling dead down the halls
Easing past all fears...
I hate you, i hate you for making me live like...
making me suffer, killing me from the inside out...
Looking in to the mirror
She stares at her blank face...
Im choking in a thick cloud-prison of despair,
Yet no one can see me drowning...
Perfect hair..
Perfect teeth...