There's a child with a butcher knife
Running through my head...

I read quotes and stories
Looking for someone...

I have spent my life
Bowing down to...

People don't understand why
One would mark themselves...

You held me close
And whispered to me...

The little voices
Told a young girl...

Pain swallows people
Until there’s nothing...

We are all given gifts
At different times...

I am a hurricane
Leaving behind a path of pain...

I’m an old soul
In a young body...

Chest tightening
Heart pounding...

I've been picking up the pieces
Of my life for so long...