How can I go on like this
I can’t breathe
How can I fight for the light
I can’t see
How can I cry all alone
I can’t grieve
How can I live in this word
of disease

the ocean I love from the depths to the fleeting wave's crest,
let it be my death bed but never the cause of my eternal rest

You're an afterimage
You shine so bright upon me

You're an inducement
Your eyes draw me forth

You're a vibration
Your voice shivers my spine

You're a compression
Your legs wrap about my will

Here I am now
My fatal sweet
Waiting to be consumed

Pain etched into my bones.
A dull emptiness in my chest.
A tight knot in my throat.

Hopelessness bleeding from my eyes.
Clawing at my mind.
Scratching at my skin.

Butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
Making me sick.
Stopping my breath.

Your issues don't push me away, they only make me numb.
Writing poems you'll never see.
Wondering if you remember me.

Heartache is worse than heartbreak sometimes.
For I wish I had your answer.

My neighborhood is quiet,
The sky is full of clouds.
All but the wind is silent,
Though my mind's so very loud.

How can it be that I see the whole world,
And all I feel is... small?
How can it be that it's me, just one girl,
My back against the wall?

Oh, I'm scared of every little thing.
I'm so scared of the world, and you, and me.
Of the world, and you, and me.

My closet is my shelter,
Where I sing and write and cry.
Would escaping make it better?
I'm afraid to even try.

What is this feeling inside of my heart?
A hole I cannot fill.
What is it now that's tearing me apart?
It hurts so bad, and still...

I'm so scared of every little thing.
Oh, I'm scared of the world, and you, and me.
Of the world, and you, and me.

Little girl, take my hand,
I'll show you who you'll become.
A fearful girl, who shuts out the world,
Hides away, she's no one...
She's broken...

She's just scared of every little thing.
She's just scared of the world, and you, and me.

Oh, I'm scared of every little thing.
I'm so scared of the world, and you, and me.
Of the world, and you, and me.

I sit, my back against the wall. Tears trickling down my cheeks.
Then I wash off my face and stand tall, which means that I am weak.
Alone in the bathroom stall, I couldn't control my cries.
On the inside I feel so very small, and the smiles I wear are lies.