These veins, oh how they stiffen-
with all the painful changes within...

I feel those around me wandering away,
and the pain in sorrows building with days...

I only thought a thought,
which i thought...

He took the place of protection
that was always important to me...

He doesn't understand,
How i'm lacking sleep and that I am becoming weak...

Whenever I try to make things right,
It's impossible to give what is needed...

I almost,
convinced myself I was smart, beautiful, strong...

He is sitting right infront of me.
My words are trapped inside my mouth...

I can't be the girl you want me to be,
My throat and eyes burn in a harmony...

I sit in the chair with my head down,
making sure my face is not shown...

I fall down,
the tender ground...

Do you know what?
I love coming home with bruises...