In-destructive to the chain of thought.
she can't stand to think,
defying the laws to be herself,
lacking confidence, shes to scared to blink
In a world of luxury, fit for a king,
a lifetime of being deceived,
feeling as though no one is there,
behind closed eyes, never been seen
She could cry for help and want someone there,
but people are raped up in there lives,
so instead there she is, standing alone,
Her dark thought, you can see through her eyes
So after all her millions of tears,
only a breeze in the far away distance,
but with what is left in her sorrowful heart,
let her see that you have listened
