My heart in pieces,
My body on the ground,
Nothing seems stable,
No comfort is found.
My soul is stained,
My lungs filled with ink,
My breathing is failing,
My head won't let me think.
They say I'm being dramatic,
But a starved dog will bite,
You wanna lock me away?
You think I'm pathetic?
Don't forget where I came from,
What I've lost,
And what I haven't found.
And remember, you're not innocent if you walk by while I'm on the ground.