I can't be the girl you want me to be,
My throat and eyes burn in a harmony.
These fingers give no acceptable skill,
Thoughts incomplete and can never fulfill.
Then my blood travels through these hopeless veins,
Tearing me apart with no more remains.
I can no longer feel, no longer cope,
My hands always lead me to that rough rope.
Choking on what were possible last words,
To never been seen and only once heard.
My weakening limbs grasp the thinning air,
These are my final momments of despair.
Everything I hide, do you not see,
I can't be the girl you want me to be.
