What happened ?
To that little girl
Where did she go ?
It all happened to fast
Something went horribly wrong
After four years I still don't know what
That little girl is dead and gone
Her innocence left to rot
I looked in the mirror this morning
Like every other day
And what I saw was torturing
Like every other day
Who is the stranger in the mirror ?
Whose are those empty eyes staring back at me ?
Why are the eyes so empty ?
What happened to you ?
What happened ?
I feel so very detached
My memories don't feel like mine
A big black chain is attached
To my ever dying mind
Voices are getting louder
Asking silly questions
Why don't I know the answer ?
Why are they screaming depression ?
What ever happened ?
To the happy little girl ?
Was she stolen away in the night ?
Passed on to another world ?
I don't know
I don't know anything
Anymore
Why are there scars
On my arms ?
My arms aren't as scarred as my heart
What's with all the scars ?
I don't remember falling
I remember the blades
Slipping through my skin
I remember the tang of my dark red blood
As my life line wore so thin
I remember the pills in my hand
I remember the feeling of them scrambling to get down my throat
I remember the soft feeling
Of the cigarette between my cracked lips
I remember the smooth cool of the beer flowing across my tongue
I remember all those things I shouldn't
I don't remember the things I should
A little grave yard in my heart
For everything I've lost
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
What happened ?
To that little girl
Where did she go ?
It all happened to fast
Something went horribly wrong
After four years I still don't know what
That little girl is dead and gone
Her innocence left to rot
I looked in the mirror this morning
Like every other day
And what I saw was torturing
Like every other day
Who is the stranger in the mirror ?
Whose are those empty eyes staring back at me ?
Why are the eyes so empty ?
What happened to you ?
What happened ?
I feel so very detached
My memories don't feel like mine
A big black chain is attached
To my ever dying mind
Voices are getting louder
Asking silly questions
Why don't I know the answer ?
Why are they screaming depression ?
What ever happened ?
To the happy little girl ?
Was she stolen away in the night ?
Passed on to another world ?
I don't know
I don't know anything
Anymore
Why are there scars
On my arms ?
My arms aren't as scarred as my heart
What's with all the scars ?
I don't remember falling
I remember the blades
Slipping through my skin
I remember the tang of my dark red blood
As my life line wore so thin
I remember the pills in my hand
I remember the feeling of them scrambling to get down my throat
I remember the soft feeling
Of the cigarette between my cracked lips
I remember the smooth cool of the beer flowing across my tongue
I remember all those things I shouldn't
I don't remember the things I should
A little grave yard in my heart
For everything I've lost
