I was broken from the start.
Broken soul and broken heart.
I call for help, no I scream.
Escaping only in a dream.
Always waking up with empty eyes.
Living the same lies.
Just repeating "I'm fine".
Getting really sick of saying that same line.
Hanging on by a thread.
Becoming everything I dread.
Loud music and a blank stare.
Wishing someone would just care.