She’s Dead Inside
She's nothing but an empty page,
Others around her are filled with sadness and rage.
She can't feel,
Can't get that thrill.
She's dead inside,
That fact she does hide.
She looks at her wrists,
Ehhh, that's a nasty twist.
Those were the years she actually felt,
The days she was filled with worry and doubt.
When they told her to quit cutting her wrists, she cut her thighs.
"I've quit." to her parents she lies.
But now it's not the same,
She's in a different game.
She's numb to everything,
And will be until death's sting.