To pass the time

She Needs You More

I know she's the one that needs the most help.

I know she's the one that's got it worse.

That she's dealing with her own personal curse.

But she's not the ones with bones poking through her skin.

Looking for and excuse not to dig in.

But my reason will be different then her's when I'm in a hearse.

I'll have lost my appetite.

She'll have lost her fight.

But the pain will be the same.

Her demons are in her brain.

My demons are in the walls of my stomach.

So when my world falls I won't be surprised.

In the end everyone dies.

It'd be nice for someone to ask me how I'm feeling.

Instead of endless concealing.

When you don't ask, you don't learn.

But I suppose my demons aren't your concern.

You'll hear me sigh.

But you'll never see me cry.

I wouldn't hide from the seekers if there were some.

I wouldn't run away, closer I would come.

I don't mind.

Go ahead, someone question my disguise.

But no one wonders.

No one will know that I wish I were torn a sunder.

No one can know.

But only because I've got no one to show.

So when my life is gone like my hunger.

Feel free to pillage and plunder.

Though I wouldn't mind if you had done it wile I was alive.

So if you want to know why I've lost my drive.

Just remember that I'm empty at the core.

But I'll bet she needs you more.

So I'll keep asking.

I'll keep masking.

I'll keep listening.

Even with the tears in my eyes glistening.

There's no point in trying.

I'm already dying.

But no one knows so no one cares.

So I'll just wait here, wearing a sweater to cover up the scars I bare.

Ask her how she is and ignore me, I don't mind.

I know it's selfish but I wish someone cared enough to find why I'm this way.

Why I've got nothing to say.

I'm a good actress.

So no one suspects less.

But she knows.

But the things she says to me feel like a murder of crows.

They peck and nip.

You'll tell me not to let it clip my wings.

But you see, these kinds of things burn your heart.

And that's what makes the bittersweet tart.

As I get worse she'll get better.

If she says things that sting let her.

He bones don't show but she considers herself anorexic.

Mine do, but I don't see my self that way.

I see my self waiting for a better day.