Inside Wants Out

Her life was empty, hollow, useless,

They all speculated on why,

She kept these people at a distance,

There was never a need to try,

Princes and Princesses were never her thing,

She was into the dark and unknown,

And to fill her lonely life she sang,

Praying her voice would fill the world,

So no one heard her cries at night,

She sang all day, and she thought they might,

But no one listened to her words of pain,

So she turned the knife on herself again,

Digging deeper each and every time, she did not cry,

The pain was inside wanting out,

The more she hurt, the deeper she cut,

She had to let the pain run free,

But she should have known and taken heed,

She only had so much to bleed