Precious girl of only eighteen
You've gotten caught up in make believe
Your minds a mess
Your hearts been torn.
You don't know what you're fighting for
But you keep on doing it
Braving your fears
And hiding your tears.
Your lips are stained red
You're stuck laying in bed
You can't help but to wonder
Why you can't stay in a permanent slumber
But you've come so far
And you seem so much better!
That's what they all say
To make you feel better
You know that they're trying
To keep up with your sighing
They just can't seem to understand
That to you it's not much different
You still feel the same
Just the voices have grown quiet
They're no longer screaming your name.
And your scars have mostly healed
But that's only on the physical playing field.
You still feel the dread
Of getting out of bed
Of faking your smiles
Pretending you don't want to be dead
Of holding onto the hope
Of a clear head
Now that you've got it
You don't know what to do
Because when no one was around
Your demons where there for you~
