I'm like a bucket with words scratched on the inside
And although they all throw every piece of garbage into me
Not one person bothers to look inside

Like a bird of which can not soar through the sky
My wings have been clipped and my bones ash dry
Not even water can soothe the ache of my bodies soul

As if a pig in a cage trapped and beaten fed till I fell
I was fed with emotions I could not feel or comprehend
Not even I could possibly realize what was happening

Like a fly slapped and squashed stomped on and squeezed
I walked like a crippled old woman slowly and not going anywhere
Not even home because my mind slept in mush and fog unknowing and gone