this is not a confession
nor a subtle depression
it's a reconditioned girl dreaming
of leaving, and watching herself fall
and struggle to crawl.
blackened hearts circle the sky
watching her shadow cling and try
to hold onto what she knows
what she wants, how she taunts
and what she owes.
scratching skin down her thigh
this is not a truth, nor a lie
thrown against hard brick, it can make you sick
if only you weren't such a prick...
a bite makes all the difference,
one taste of a beautiful appearance,
watch me my friend,
maybe then you will apprehend,
maybe then we won't need to pretend.
