Pitiful stomach,
Built strong...

Schemes to ruin her well being
And to destroy her chances to shine...

Do you ever feel like,
No one, they don't care...

No longer do I know that girl in the mirror,
Covered in cherry scars that now haunt me...

Skin peeling back, sound of hysteria,
I have nowhere to run to...

Try everything, all your will and power,
You're just wasting your time you realize...

Crowded streets, faces with no colour,
Drained with no soul intact...

Forsaken and withheld,
Breaking away from this mess, me...

Tears keep dripping,
From the neverending supply locked within...

Beat of the drums roar,
Lions screaming for me to leave...

4.27am.
Knife starts to cut the harsh elements...

Straps so thin and nails jaggered,
Everything will break off soon...