Story of Her Life
She cuts and she bleeds
'cause of all the things that she sees.
She has horrible dreams.
Her house is full of the screams.
Her dreams are nightmares, but they're not really dreams.
It turns out they're reality.
Flashbacks of what she has seen.
She curls into a ball.
-Just wants to lay there and die.
Sick of hearing herself cry,
her life is tangled in lies.
She stops.
And she stares.
At the person who was never there.
Who always made her scared and never really cared
Didn't give even 2 shits just to say goodnight,
Mommy loves you, sleep tight.
No more fighting tonight.
I promise.
I'll see you tomorrow,
and we'll go out and play.
Then tomorrow never comes-
it's just another day.
So she occupies her time, with a razor in plain sight.
And she begins to cry, as she listens to them fight.
A picture falls from the wall.
Then another from the hall.
She feels so fucking small,
but her dreams are just so tall that it seems she can't reach;
No matter how hard she tries.
And she has no one there to help her silence her cries.
But she looks out of the window,
and she sits there and sighs.
It's a rainy day.
Story of her life.
