It doesn't look the way it feels
It doesn't feel the way it should
She can feel her mind collapsing in her head
And nobody is there to watch as she falls
Nobody to see it fall in the shape of tears
It feels like a pulsating sensation
It feels like someone is softly taking a bristle brush
and moving it over her swelling brain
And nobody is there to see the convulsions
Nobody to see as all the progress slithers like ghosts to hide in the walls
Old habits can come back
And the only thing left to save her is the pleas of a twisted conscious
crying no in the fog inside the suffocating reason chocking
And nobody is there to hold her hand as she gasps for breath
Nobody is to hold her hand as another piece of her is cut and thrown away to rot in the field with all her other feelings left for dead