She laughs when she inflicts physical pain
Her face are covered with old stains
Rocking back and forth
She counts to four
Laughing, crying
Her heart is dying
Filled with insecurities and self hatred
That's all she painted
Looks in the mirror
Shivering from her exterior
How can one be alive but feel so dead?
That's all she said
She broke down and counted to four
Who's at the door?
They found her body
She was dead and all bloody.