Behind this skin,
Lies a girl you dont know.
Shes tattered and torn,
All she knows is longing.
A thirst never quenched,
A hunger never satisfied.
She is weak from crying,
Exhausted from hoping,
And depressed from dreaming.
Behind this skin,
Theres a face unseen.
Her world spinning out of control,
As it closes in tightly, pushing her closer to the edge.
Those around her,
Oblivious to her pain.
She prays,
Longing to be beautiful.
Even more,
Longing to feel beautiful.
She wants no praise,
Only to be acknowledged.
The fact that she is still living,
Her only high.
Behind this skin,
Lies a girl you dont know.
Shes tattered and torn,
And all she will ever know is longing.
