This Broken Town

Just how I feel right now and how I've felt all my life. Tell me what anyone thinks if you'd read this

Hands dry and crackled on the knuckles.

Worn calluses on her palms.

Skin caked with dirt and eyes that have seen everything.

A mirror stands before her as she peers right through it.

She know what's really there. Lies.

Lies that dance before her like stars.

They are colors on a blank canvas.

She knows what she's doing but her heart's not in it.

Her body is the cage your soul is locked in.

The smile is a well crafted mask placed carefully on her face.

She's alone. No one knows her really.

They always tell her they love her then they take something from her.

Memories scattered on the floor of her metaphorical coffin.

She's crashing. One accident away from a miracle.

Hatred tattooed on her heart never to leave.

The permanent mark her "friends" left.

Every day she tries desperately to hold her head high.

She puts the mask on to shield herself from the world.

Every night she chokes on her tears.

The pain she holds back from everyone has been held behind a thin wall for years.

Every time she begs for this pain to end. It just piles up.

Her eyes hold everything shes been through.

No one bothers enough to look.

Her silent screams for help is like an endless fire building up.

Every "fine" said always was a lie they think she never gives a f**k.

Shes always been a loser all of her life.

Capital : L-O-S-E-R.

She wants to cut open her chest and let some one in.

There's nowhere else to go. And she doesn't want to go.

She thinks this gun in her hands is her only answer.

The society's problem scared on her skin.

Every year she's been haunted by demons.

Just wants to start her life again.

Or give up all together but they're both a gamble.

Her glass heart like a homeless man on the side of the the road,

Begging for change to buy happiness.

Every rich man that walks by, too cheap to share his cash,

And all she'd ever done is ask...