pieces of what no one cares about

find you on the floor
crawling
bleeding through your eyes
i hear you calling
sadly all these voices have
left you again
but that's what she's here for
to turn that to the wind
that splashes in your
pale, revolting face
making you change your heart
to skimpy lace
washing all the pain by
buying what you want
for nothing more than
feeling as though you're loved