I scream as the blade hits my wrist
I let the blood fall...

Life isn't a coloring book
Life isn't a fairytale...

I'm locked inside myself
So my mind can run free...

You look at me and wonder why
You see my tears, yet I do not cry...

Holding my hand while laying in the
Park...

Hitting me
Pulling my hair...

My eyes are windows
You can use to see inside...

My little friend
is small and grey...

One small girl
Making her way...

Long blond hair
And eyes of blue...

She fought back the hunger
She fought back the pain...

I'm broken inside
And reaching for you...