Sometimes I feel like I'm falling apart,
Like the skin on my bones is degrading
To a nothingness I can't quite seem to
Understand, some sort of abstract art
Too intricate for me to grasp the concept
Of as I look down and all I see is decaying
flesh of what used to be me at the start.
No new cells to replace the old and all
I am becoming is a ghost of a girl who
Tried to be more than just her heart.
An echo of a child who didn't know the
Difference between love and sex as she
Gave herself up to the boy who was smart
And caring yet love was never on his
Mind and he used her like she was some
Product you could find in any Walmart.
And I am an echo of a girl I used to be
As I look down to my hands to see
Rotting body and sometimes
I think I've been ripped apart.