I can’t do it anymore
can’t feel my heart
can’t hear my screams
as my skin tears apart.
can’t taste the pills they shove down my throat
can’t find another place to go
I can’t say goodbye
can’t stop my hands
can’t stop the pain inside
I can’t live.
but i know not a single soul cares…
broken desire, shattered attire
wear that crown of thorns
glass tears and eyes of fire
times like these are in dire
need of fixing
come and help me
and broken everything
I tell you of my differences
that i am not what i seem
i wipe off all my makeup
and throw away my frilly things
cut my hair and put on a hood
oh my goodness, i feel so good.
you don’t like it, and i’m offending you?
you say this isn’t something i should choose.
you say i’ll never be the same
and i’m taking your “precious” daughter away.
you say “i’m losing you”
“You’re not my kid anymore”
you know, when i hit a certain age
i’m walking out that door
so i put on my makeup
and throw on a gown
you know that I will never be happy
but do you love your “precious” daughter now?
Do you remember those happy days,
You were completely and utterly sane?
And now you know you’ll never see,
Those golden days again.
You rack your brain for certain comfort,
Trying to feel alright.
But you hold your head in your cold, dead hands,
And laugh throughout the night.