inside my head, a paradise lies
of broken flowers and tortured thoughts
where I lay on a grayscale painting
crumbling down as I lay waiting

How could this happen in such short time
only three years have passed
but now a heart shatters
into nothing but broken glass

What has been hidden is now seen
as I lay upon my bed
with a torrent of tears flowing down my face
can anything make it end?

I don't want to get up and face another day
as the screaming outside begins
I wait for hours it feels like
before the crying soon begins.

I slip outside of my room,
and up the stairs, I walk
I sit quietly and patiently
Not bothering to talk

The bus comes as I wait outside
in the cool morning air
where most would be freezing
but my mind is numb to it.

Headphones are used
to try to block out the noise
of a million voices talking at once
but I can hear them in my mind

"she's so fat isn't she?"
I image them saying
even though I know it isn't true
it stays with me every day

I want my life to be over with
so I can be born again
and have a better life than this one
without these thoughts inside my head