They keep her under lock and key

There’s no way she’ll ever get out

Discovering who she wants to be

Something they don’t want to hear about

A world of her own she’s had to create

Amongst all the chaos and fear

Dealing with those she’s learned to hate

Becoming so dim in the mirror

Buried in pain she’s learned a new trick

Her prison guards won’t understand

Scared and confused they’d think she was sick

Making it worse instead of lending a hand

And the sight of the paper thin scars

That lace up and down her wrist

It’s enough to make her want more

A craving with a broken twist

It’s their fault but they’ll never find out

Her desperate attempts to get over it

She’ll never be happy always filled up with doubt

The repulsive sensation of wanting to quit