she fancies herself a princess
but her prince is running a tad late
no white rabbit to keep him on track

she sits in her tower and waits
for the prince shows up to rescue her.
but no one ever comes

her anticipation is desperate
her heart is shattering  
the story unfolds

she scrubs her arms
bleeding into the bathroom sink
are dark ink stains.

her lyrics scrawled across her arms
no better way to keep sanity
than to lose your mind

don’t need a pen and paper
to write my story down
just give me blood and tears

she whispers,
"i doubt he even knows my name"



xoxo