He broke her heart
She said 'never again'
And closed her heart to love
And now since she can't remember when
She waits for breath to come
But the snow-white scars still testify
The hurt she cannot hide
And the crimson marks made with a knife
Can't prove she's still alive
Anonymous outcast, hear her cry
As she calls out in her sleep tonight
Her arms forever reaching, reaching
For someone who'll never come
He healed her heart
She said 'never again'
And closed her heart to hope
And now 'til she can't imagine when
She'll live her life alone
And the snow-white scars still testify
The hurt she cannot hide
And the crimson marks made with a knife
Can't prove she's still alive
Anonymous outcast, hear her cry
As she calls out in her sleep tonight
Her arms forever reaching, reaching
For someone who'll never come
Will you be her heartbeat?
Will you be her love?
Will you be her someone?
Will you be her hope?
Anonymous outcast, hear her cry
As she calls out in her sleep tonight
Her arms forever reaching, reaching
For someone who'll never come
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The Art of Confusion
PoetryDiana Miller is schizophrenic...or at least she thinks so. She has never been clinically diagnosed because her father believes that mental illness is demon possession, and she knows he would never take her to a psychiatrist. To cope with her inner c...
