My spirit is captured and torn away
My soul awaits the rapture but fears she'll always wait
My image in the mirror brings pain into my mind
My acceptance demands a model..but that it'll never find
My life is filled with tears, blood, pain, and prayer
My mind is always covered with nothing I wish to bare
My body is smothered in writing, lotion and scars
My heart is devoured by bruises as any other heart
My scars if able to speak would tell many stories of life
My wrists lay under wristbands hiding from the knives
My eyes never cease to water when one is being hurt
My energy is crushed when spoken to by a jerk
My autobiography was just played before your eyes
My curiosity wonders who just read my life
