A Girl Called Me

She sits alone engulfed by black
Contemplating what others lack
She's lost the sparkle in her eyes
It was devoured by the lies
A scratch scab here, a burn scar there
Who will stand near and who will care?
Listening to the screamed out tales
Once in a life everyone fails
To block the thoughts of times gone past
Who said memories do not last?
She swears there's nothing to regret
Oh how she wishes she could forget
A scratch scab here, a burn scar there
Who will stand near and who will care?
Is she doomed to die like she fears
All wrapped up in the flown by years?
She remembers the looks they give
All admiring her fight to live
But they'll never see past the mist
And see how she lets pain persist
Where the mind's monsters still lurk
And how they jeer and how they smirk
A scratch scab here, a burn scar there
Who will stand near and who will care?
She needs someone to wipe her tears
Chase away dragons that she hears
Remind her that her heart still beats
And of those that her mind defeats
But still she sits deathly alone
With a thousand plans to postpone
Won't someone come knock on the door
And travel quick across the floor?
So won't you help the girl called me?
For she is dying so slowly
A scratch scab here, a burn scar there
Will you stand near and will you care?