Pobrecita

Poor little girl

Why do you do this to yourself?

What a shame

You could've been something

If you hadn't become your own shadow.

Now you're just trailing along

Following a path you hadn't decided upon

Your body moving without mind

Manipulated by those around you

Always one step behind

You can protest all you want

Scream

Cry

Yell

Bleed

But your body won't show any signs of struggle

Because no one will see your internal

Bleeding

Damage

Chaos

Until you're on the metal table

Body tag on your foot

Chest open wide enough

For all of your secrets to be

Spilled