The coldness of those words,
Bruise beneath the skin...

In this field
In my cage...

I don't know how I got here,
But I can't find an escape...

I wish I was a little girl again,
Where nothing seemed to matter...

This is the last for a while,
For now last words from me...

It feels like a knife went through my back,
Then twisted through my heart...

This is how it goes,
Barely ever does it differ...

One day
Six scars...

Inside my tattered body,
There lies a broken heart...

:-(
She looks in the mirror...

The fire in my eyes has long burnt out,
Those dreams, it seems, I've forgotten all about...

I remember the day you told me
Honey, Santa isn't real...