What’s a girl to do when she’s not strong?
And everyone who holds her hand gets cut from all the thorns?
I just need to be alone for a year. I need to go, I need to run far away from here.
One minute of silence to quiet the violence in this crowded mind of mine.
My issues were easy to talk about.
I always find myself choking up, trying to express my sentiments.
I feel like they’ll never mean anything to anyone.
Like, my words are empty.
Never amounting to what I want them to.
My fucking insides are eating away at themselves.