Her feelings are burred deep down
like the pharaohs of old...

All this anger
is clawing at my stomach...

"A smell of wine and cheap perfume"
Spilling from his earphones...

There's something inside me
It's sick...

You know when the words
don't match...

Little kitty poked and prodded
Wanting to know everything...

Hold me close
and never let me go...

I wish I could see myself
the way you see me...

Please.
Please whisper in my ear...

I am just one of Many
of Depression's mistress's...

Let the pain
Drip down like rain...

I sit beside
the old oak tree...