As I begin to speak I cannot feel a heart beating in me.

I turn and look at the shadow beneath me

It was big but now seems to be growing smaller

My heart has shrunk but I grew taller

Everyone knows- 

my soul has froze. 

I'm nothing more than a living ghost 

my lips are sewn 

but in my eyes all my truth is shown 

I laugh and call the next girl a hoe

but truely it's me inside I'm calling such names

But I wake up and keep playing societies games

I put on my party dress and red lipstick 

But my life is out of hand-

Can I get a grip? 

grip on tight to reality 

the life I'm living only will have me as the casualty 

I'm a ghost- 

white as snow

that's what me without a filter would show