Alone
Glancing in the mirror
At her broken reflection
She says to herself
One size smaller...
Just one size smaller
But you can see the ribs through her shirt
But not how much she hurts
There aren't scars on her arms
Just scars on her heart
From endless days wondering
When will life start
She says to herself
Just dress in black
And I'll pretend to be a shadow
Or fly to the sky
And become the storm cloud
That unleashes rains like my tears
And my voice will thunder too loud
Still she is silent somehow
She whispers to the mirror
Just a bit more makeup
And I'll fit in with the crowd
But you only see dark rings
Around blood shot eyes
Only blood red lips
That once knew how to sing
There aren't scars on her arms
Just scars on her heart
From endless days wandering
Crowded streets alone
Endless days with no home
She says to herself
Just dress in yellow
And I'll pretend I'm happy
Or fly to the sky
And become the sun
Bright and full of life
Just one size smaller
Stand a bit taller
But no, she's gone too far
All thats left is a scar
On her wrist bright as stars
Except stars are seen
When they first come into being
And this child will never know
Anything but being
Alone
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