In all I do I feel myself slipping,

falling farther into the dark.

Tears cling to my eyelashes, my cheeks,

Making it even more difficult to see

What is clear ahead of me.

I’m tired of this dance, of these fights

Just lay me down, to rest in pieces.

A broken girl put in the grave.

I smile like I’m so tough,

to trick you into hope.

I’m mad about how this came to be

And even more about what comes next.

Everyone’s my enemy, it seems,

And I know I have no one.

I’m down, and begging to be put out.