Lonely and Broken Girl

As much as I want, I can not try.
The only thing that’s okay to do is cry.
I picture blood in all my dreams at night.
But, I know that it will never be right.

As much as I want to I can not die this way.
All I can do is hope that others pray.
One scar leads to another and one tear leads to a river.
As I sit here in this dark, empty room with nothing but a quiver.

The pain inside, the broken heart, the fake smile.
It all leads back to a life that’s hostile.
The faults, the mistakes, the tears rolling on my cheek.
All lead to a lost hope that’s bleak.

Standing in front of the mirror as I see what’s before me.
A lonely broken girl, wouldn’t you agree?
Scars, bruises, and dry blood.
What looked like it had flood.

Nothing to do, nothing to say.
Another night my life I would wish away.
Just because my dad drank beer.
I have nothing to lose, but more tears.