She's alive But hardly living Because her painful thoughts slow her down As everything seems to carry on around her Passing her by, speeding her up Beyond her comfort zone Because the words don't come The feelings don't form The thought races won't stop And the monsters never die.
But **** is she Alive. Her inner life glows A light so pure and rare It's easy to recognize But hard to find. There's a symphony no one is attuned to hear A work of art she's longing for someone to appreciate And it's lonely It's ******* lonely feeling like everyone's light is recognized Everyone's is shining so bright That hers is overshadowed and insulted. She's alive But it's killing her.