I am no longer myself.
I left that poor girl on the shelf.
Everyone wonders why she left.
But when she explains they all seem deaf.
No longer can she express happiness.
These things that's taking over...
She has to let it do its job.
She has no one to run to anymore.
The people she thought she knew so well
Has left her in the dark.
They left her with her heart shattered
And her hands tied behind her back.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
I am no longer myself.
I left that poor girl on the shelf.
Everyone wonders why she left.
But when she explains they all seem deaf.
No longer can she express happiness.
These things that's taking over...
She has to let it do its job.
She has no one to run to anymore.
The people she thought she knew so well
Has left her in the dark.
They left her with her heart shattered
And her hands tied behind her back.
I switched up the rhyme scheme for some reason. But I thought I needed to get some things off my chest explaining how I kind of feel helpless. Sorry I could not think of a title..
