She sits
In her bathroom
At 4:02am
Questioning her existence
Wondering why she is going through hell
And the people that are the closest to her
Don't notice it at all.
She sits in the corner
Of her little bathroom
Questioning what to do next
Wondering how much the next cut will hurt
So she sits...
Confused
Worried
Misunderstood
So she sits...
And waits
For an answer that will never come.
