pull and tear
but she thinks no one cares
shadows and nightmares she learned to bare
she feels the pain of death everyday
like somebody is shooting her in the head
not a new cut on skin appears
she thinks to herself "it's all in my head"
but when will it end
the drugs all failed
the overdose bailed
the gun doesn't shoot
the bullets went loose
she wrote this very note thinking
"its all ok"
the nightmares still won't go away
she lives in sorrow
in fear in pain
she wants to be free that's her only gain
(yeah ik the way the poem is lined up is fucked up i don't feel like fixing it )
