If words could clot the bleeding and phrases mend the broken heart,
I'd speak soliloquies -
I'm not looking for sympathy, just someone to look at me
And say, "you're not okay"
Then maybe, just maybe, I'd figure out how
To flip back upright this world of mine turned upside down;
I'd wipe away all the tears,
Get rid of this frown,
Throw away all my fears,
No longer let myself drown
But no one seems willing to help a girl with her troubles -
They'd rather sell me out, take my pain and make double
Make everything on my plate just a bit more difficult to swallow
Destroy the foundation of my life with their hate-catapults and the rest always follows.