I cut into this skin one last time
to see whats left deep inside
is it just bones, is it some flesh
or is it whats left of me bundled in a mess?
it used to be a teenage girl
without a worry in the whole wide world
with light brown hair and sparkling eyes
her innocence was her only diguise
3 years went by before her eyes
now she sits here with not a tear left to cry
is it just a test this life we try to live
getting your heart broken and having nothing left but to forgive?
shes all cried out now all she can do is wait
for life to step in with that thing they call fate she sits here questioning everything shes
done is it her turn to sit here or is it her chance to run?
she wonders if its worth it swallowing all this pain when all of this is done will any pieces of her heart remain only time will heal whats has been scattered but it still leaves me here contemplating if it matters
this is her story her beginning to her end
this is her heart with whats left to mend her happiness will come in due time but for right now i must leave you with this rhyme
