People talking but they don't hear my cry
Maybe they just don't want to hear what I'm trying to say or maybe I'm just not speaking loud enough
Laughing feels like a chore
Crying is a daily habit like breathing
I plead insane to my own ruthless thoughts
Abusing me like I was nothing
Maybe I was nothing

I find myself in the darkness everyday
So I became the darkness
And I enjoy my pain
Maybe I'm a *******
Maybe I'm a fragile little girl that got used to all the abuse
My pillow know all my secrets
I whisper 'shhh' to all my teddy bears
I wish someone could save me but I'm too deep in to even help myself
No turning point I'm just a helpless little girl stuck in reverse