Inside Who's Head?

Head to the side
Tear soaked shirt
Look of hollowness lingering in her eyes
Head to the side
Inquisitive and confused
Eyes tilted downward as her esteem when abused
Muddled mascara
Now tilted upward searching an empty sky
Do I have to go it alone
I—I’m not strong enough
Can’t you pull me to my feet
Torn dress
Help me help myself before I hurt someone else
Head to the side
I’m empty and cold
So tired of the numb feeling of everything feeling misused
and how everything hurts
Bloodshot eyes