For the girl with flowers between her shoulder blades.
You’re a mime artist by day.
Emotions have started to rust away.
I may hurt, but I am capable of healing.
I am nothing.
I was disgusting. But she was too.
Do you know what it's like to be invisible?
There's no hope, no hope to erase.
Liquid suffocation and bloodshot eyes.
Sometimes people aren't so bad
I found company inside of my head.