Broken down,
Sometimes it's easier to crawl inside,
Away from the truth,
Close out the sharpness of this world,
Into a place where everything is right,
Just go into a world of comatose bliss,
Slam the door behind me,
So I never have to go back,
Blinking against the scorching sun,
Burning my skin,
While going through the motions,
So that no one knows,
Just how broken down I am inside,
This mask won't work for much longer,
It's faded and worn,
The underneath is showing,
And I don't have the strength to rebuild it,
To seal the cracks so no one can get it,
To paint the surface so they can't see,
This corpse that lies beneath,
Broken down from being stabbed over and over,
No one thought to take it easy on me,
Just stab deeper I won't feel it,
But it hurt more than they know,
To let them recognize that would be to cave,
Let them see the real me,
The one who's so easily corrupted,
The one that they truly love,
Could eat up with pleasure,
They go down so smooth,
Don't scratch and fight as much,
If only they knew,
How broken down I am,
Maybe if I dig deeper ill find some feeling left,
Hopefully they didn't take it all,
I want to love, to live,
But how can I?
When there's nothing left inside,
There's nothing left for me to give,
My heart was taken long ago,
My lungs stopped working too,
Everything else failed soon after,
So now what's there for anyone to take?
Nothing to satiate anyone I know,
But a broken down person,
Hiding in her comatose world.
