I see a broken girl all alone waiting, wishing someone will notice that’s she’s not okay,  every yes I’m fine is a scream for help  but no one hears  because she is worthless they say she’s has no purpose .

My hearts breaking there’s no mistaking
Once again you ask if I’m okay and I lie and say yes but if you look closely you’ll see a broken girl who once had dreams, but now they’re  shattered and soon so will her heart .

A lot of the time people say they are in love but isn’t the real reason they think that is because that person hurts them less,  love is described as someone never hurting you, but look at us has there ever been a time where someone we think we love has never hurt us? Is love real?

I sit here watching you shine like a million stars we’re sisters yet you shine while I’m left to gloom when will I be the star light instead of the veil of darkness?