She Prays to the Suicide Gods...

As she crawled from a hole in the ground her delusional mind prevented her from breathing.
It prevented her from living a life a joy.
A life full of some kind of meaning
All's she lives is a life of sin, a life of sin and infamy.
As she crawled from her hole in the wall she cried in hysteric.
She cried for a better day and something more to live for.
Sitting alone in the empty room she wears a broken crown
With her head in her hands and the tears dripping down,
she prayed for something more.
As she stumbled across the naked floor,
she reached around begging for more.
She wanted the pain to never end and the pain was something real
The first real thing she ever did feel.
The lack of human contact was driving her mad
a touch was something she never had
If she were to smile it just might kill her
She's tired and all alone in this world of grey
Something good might happen, maybe someday
maybe if she prays a little harder to the Suicide gods
maybe if she screams a little louder, they'll look up and see her
And all she asks, is for one thing
I just want you to take my hand..