Bloody thorns around my body getting tighter

Finding hard to breathe or to move at all.

Tears running down my cheek are turning bitter

Fighting the fact that I will be all alone.

Let me be with my thoughts and tears on my pillow.

Finding myself laying and staring outside my window

Looking for someone who can understand it all.

People walking to the park and its raining...

not a care in the world.

The room is in silence ...its dark now,

lights are on but no ones home.

Cant tell why its so hard to just stop, wait,

and see who you are and who you wanted to be.

But theyre busy with nothing and no hope at all,

Having no control of your nightmares

hard to breathe when theres thorns around your throat

and a pillow with your make up mixed with tears of disappointment.