My Life

Words, they speak.
Horrified to breath.
Hatred buried deep.
Am I alone, or am I gone?

Tears, they form.
Breaking down, (breaking down),
left all alone, crying in the staircase.
I've seen this broken room for far too long.

And when the day's gone,
I've done nothing but wrong.
My existance was the worst of all,
I still want to die.

Although I'm still filled with self-doubt,
hope lingurs silently, waiting to be catched.
Only if I fall, this time I'm sure to break.

Breakable,
Breakable,
Untouchable scars.

And I'll sit by myself,
I'm still the same little girl,
I always was.

Unimportantly invisible.
Unwantedly known.
Worthlessly useless, and it shows.

I fear I may break,
while my aching heart,
it bleeds, it still bleeds.

I can't become you,
and I've lost my dreams,
I've lost myself for who I really am.

So when it's time to say,
"I'll never hurt you again",
I don't believe you this time.