She may be somber
She may be sad
She never had a mother
She never had a dad

The feelings crawl up on top of each other
Crushing each below
Crumbling down like a sinkhole
in her heart’s hollow

She may be somber
She may be sad
She may be mourning
a life that she has never had

It piles and piles
It heaps and heaps

Heavy is the hollow heart that crumbles
Heavy is the heart that weeps

I’ve Been Broken By
A World That’s Filled With Pain


death and hate
  and all of the things
that i can’t explain


I’ve Been Soaked For Years
just
Standing In The Rain

…

You Ask Me How I’m Doing
I’ll Say That I’m Just Fine

yeah i got a job
and the work is alright
it isn’t complicated
and i’m there all the time

and sure i’ve a got a boyfriend
he treats me real nice
i see him on the weekends
if he isn’t working nights

and sure my parents love me
they tell me quite a bit
And Maybe I Was Abused
but at least i wasn’t hit

Wouldn't it be heavenly,
if there wasn't so much wrong with me?

I'll never be a mother
I'll never be a wife

The way that I have suffered
I am bound to take my life

Could you just let me lay down for a while
in your great grass green eyes?

He'll brush my tangled hair
like there's no other girls there
Turn on the television
Make me blush and spinning

It still isn't enough
to curb the appetite
Trapped inside the sadness
but the sadness is inside

All of the ugly people
who have dimmed my light
try to cure me
like a disease

I'm still stuck on empty
with no gasoline

I’ll put you on a pedestal
You’re so pretty
You’re so perfect
You’re so cool

I’ll write you a million poems
About the sunlight sparkling in your brown hair

But you’ll never care
because you weren’t the one who put it there

Bubbling up floating around my rose scented mind
Is the daydream of you
and your smile
and your eyes
I’d see them more if you could actually just take the time

But no,
no you’re not really mine

So you fade into the humid morning sticky and sore
Keep me floating forever never reaching the shore
I guess I’ll see you in passing sometimes
(on a good day)
maybe this winter or maybe next may

How do I light a fire within me
A slave to society - the world ending
Like the fires in LA burning to entropy

How can I create vivacity
A shell in the sea - intricate and empty
Like Einstein said conservation of energy
For nothing is created nor destroyed

I’ll always be hollow and void

How can anyone stand to flicker a spark
A broken child - numb in brain and heart
Like a manufactured malfunction
Broken from the start

To be born alone is to die alone
Without a mother, a father, or home

For nothing is created nor destroyed
I’ll always be hollow and void