Laying here my mind a blaze
What is real and what is fake
The answers never coming

The night slipping away
Hours seem to tick by
The sun slowly setting

Life feels so plastic now
Is this the way I was before
Cold and isolated feeling lost

I remember this chill
Pain feeling so cold
The cut and burns

Simple marks to my flesh
Offering no thrill no rush
Next to the screaming pain

Deep in my soul crying to be heard
Is my world. No life no death.
Just the cold chill of what ever this is

I remember now what I am
A doll heartless and tortured
In a heap on the floor

My strings cut
My place forgot
Kicked aside

My world lifeless
A plastic doll
With nothing inside

But a cry wanting to be heard