She

She sits in her room and ponders
She stares as her mind wanders
She wonders why she wants the knife again
Will it save her, should she let it win?
She wonders if hell could be worse then here
She wants out, she wants no more fear...

She's feeling cold
She's feeling weak
She's feeling empty
She's alone again

She feels she has nothing, but still holds on
She feels it's too much; her hope almost gone
She cries tears of loss and aggrevation
She is complicated; there's too much frustration
She doesn't know what to feel, her mind's in a maze
She doesn't know what to do; her head's in a daze...

She's feeling cold
She's feeling weak
She's feeling empty
She's alone, once again

She needs to find a place to feel wanted
She's at a loss, her life is stunted
Her pain is all she has, the only real feeling
She wants the pain gone, there must be more meaning
She will never feel comfortable in her own skin
She will keep murdering herself again, and again...

She's gasping and trembling again,
where does the hope actually begin?

She's feeling cold
She's feeling weak
She's feeling empty
She's alone again
Alone once again.....

 

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