she's only one.
a misguided soul looking for acceptance and comfort
from all that comes before her.
"i dont want to be alone".
the bleeding she causes herself
is easily hidden behind the softness in her eyes.
her song of a beautiful life is easily bought
by those who refuse to see her heart.
by those who are conssumed in their own affairs.
day to day she presents who she is in little
hints placed in the bystanders ear.
how easily they neglect her cry.
each day she fades into the fog of forgetfulness.
she is slowly severing herself from inside out.
one day she will no longer exist.
she could have been something more
than an hollow body.
noone would see her, noone would care.