This attitude; its not hers,
and she doesn't know what to call home.
Why does she always feel so alone?
She's never alone.
She's never been on her own.
They're everywhere.
Inside she's bleeding,
& nothing can stop it.
It's a never ending flow;
Eternal pain, it'll never die.
No one really knows her.
They think they do but they don't.
They can't, they'd go crazy.
They'd be in the same position.
The pains in her side,
Stabbing,
They won't go away.
What did she do to deserve this?
No one truly cares,
Aesthetic beauty is all they see.
A chance to walk all over her,
Take her and use her repeatedly.
You won't make any sense of this,
and neither can she.
Nothing makes any sense anymore,
Who's this person inside of me?
