The sun beats down on me. And everyone around me is silent. Their eyes, they look through me. I feel as though i'm always being judged. Glass butterfly's wake me. They break me away from my thoughts. Now to save me from my own insanity. The voices are so gentle, as they guild me. I look around, and i don't see anyone real. Glass encasement, finds it's way around me, i whisper. The soft plea's escape my lips, asking for freedom. Sweet blood drips from my wrist, as i beg for forgiveness. I keep asking...
"Am i pretty enough now?"
"Do you like the way i look?"
And you hold me, "Am i pretty enough now?" was the only words that left my lips.
Will you save me?
"Your pretty enough now..." Was what you said to me. You just grip me, and whisper over-and-over again. "Your beautifully broken."
