Beyond the riverbend,
Lies the tombstone nobody could see
The initials spell out D. Y. M. M.
"Do you miss me?"

Wrote the girl who, at 14 wanted to die,
but made it to 23, —half burried alive

The blood around the creek,
coincidentally too dry
Just like the tear stained marks you could see
Peeking from beneath her hollow eyes

She knew how to be perfect,
All her life - to always be clean
But God what she would've given up
For a day, instead, to be seen

All the heroes she loved,
and the pretty girls she wanted to be
Turned out to be villains in disguise
and empty chested barbies

There was no hope to be mentioned,
Everyday was a futile war
And yet somehow she can never quite bring herself
to wander or stray too far

Injustice for others,
is a song she has long been accustomed to,
What started with "I need to stand up for them"
ended in "If I should suffer, then so should you"

The intertwined threads of her life
Has become too much of a mess to untangle
What seemed like a perfect knitted sweater on the outside
Is really just lose yarn all scrambled

And perhaps that is why she - ended up in the grave
Except...

Except for that one man, she stayed for till 70
Whose light led her loudly across the dark tunnel
Mind you she never found her way out
But now she would not be afrtaid if she fell

And at the times when he is not around
It matters not for his eyes, she would forever keep
And should his death come quicker than expected
Her soul will be next to reap