The scars cover my body
Not a single blank space left
They keep ripping themselves open
I scream for help
But no one else can see them
The half empty bottle of water sits just an inch away
No matter how far I reach, I am not close enough
My throat is starting to fall apart
The pieces lying scattered about me like I'm some sort of broken porcelain doll
I have tried my best here
But my best isn't good enough for you
You, who have taken things from me
You, who took the thoughts from my mind
And the words from my mouth
Now I find myself, dehydrated and bleeding, waiting for you
You took and yet I still expect you to give
Oh god, I have tried my best to please you
To crawl on my hands and knees and convince you
But all it got me were more scars, a half empty bottle of water, and a century of silence
