Me, Myself and I
She’s screaming in washroom stalls when no one’s looking
She’s reading books to vanish, to escape from this world
She’s crying over blown-out dandelions, not buried mortals
She’s slitting her ankles instead of wrists, just so no one notices
She’s living to die; dying to get a new life.
Walking with a steely face to protect her weeping heart.
She knows it’s wrong.
She knows it’s consuming her,
She’s fading, withering away.
But she can’t stop,
It’s the only thing she’s doing right anyways.
Living within a shredded soul, a wasted body,
She’s just moving forward;
The end’s nowhere around.
Looking for someone trustworthy,
Finds only dagger smiles.
Life’s eating her away,
A pointless, deceptive lie.
Watching the world go on without her,
She can’t find it in herself to smile.
She realizes now, that all her life,
She lived in an empty room,
Of me, myself and I.
