Alone and feeling desolate in a life you just regret
death and loss around me, can you even try to picture it?
Sudden doubts of failure overflow I can't contain her
try to pick her up and bathe her but she goes numb and stays there.
Losing weight, losing mind, years flow, now behind-
always lost, always new, this is what it's coming to.
Pressure builds, darkness surrounds her, drowning her thoughts in pillows, yeah-

If only she had a pen to conjoin, connect the dots
to form a clearer picture.
Feeling like a puzzle piece on the floor-
Bound to the carpet-
With no energy to reach the door
and
All she ever really even wanted was more-
More from life, more to breathe, one hundred years, in between-
Life and death, more risks to feel the fear.
She wanted to fly so much closer to the sun until it scalded her, reminding her how easily her skin can peel.
But now it's too late for her.

She stepped on one thousand voices until they cracked and opened, exposing how they really feel.
All the faces surrounded her and the corner got smaller and smaller, I'm telling you- she couldn't breathe.
She was untouched by the world years before and she didn't know how to be.
Submission was the punishment for ignorance at the end of the situation-
She's so small now, so closed off-
So small and so closed off.
She has no heart it's all but ice-
She isn't mean, she isn't nice.

No one wants to hold her pain and no one even asks about it, turn around or change the subject-
Hidden thoughts go unchecked.
Try the lock, find a key, it's buried close enough
but she knows people aren't dogs and won't dig enough to find it.
She will tell you not to worry, and they will always accept the bluff.
Acceptance is what she learned, low expectations are what she gained.
Forget about the pain, erase it.

Her armor, made of paper but strong enough to stop a bullet.
Her eyes though gentle cry when she's asleep,
Haunted by nightmares of what she had escaped.
Her smile, always friendly but show none of her past- because she knows it doesn't matter now.
No thoughts, no love, no care, abandon all emotions in a ditch and leave them there.
"None of it matters," she tells herself.
Positive emotions are lies and negative ones are annoying.
Not broken and strong, she knows exactly where she's going.