A Confession or a Reality

Hollow, empty, and all alone.  
Creeping despair, turning her to stone.  
Drowning sorrows, suffocating silence.  
Fire in her lungs, craving the violence.  
 
All around are the ones she calls home.
Tired, exhausted, about to blow her dome.  
Life seems to be one big comedy.  
Some one fucking save me!
 
But no one ever will.  
Lost in her mind
Trying to stay still.  
 
The second she runs, she just won't stop.  
The moment she thinks, she'll just drop.  
Nothing to remedy the broken things inside.  
Lost all her will, and there is nothing left to hide.  
 
Trying to remember, how her smile really felt.  
Mad at the dealer for the shitty hand she's dealt.  
Lost in the moments, trying to find some bliss.
No one ever told her, it would be like this.  
 
Can you recall?
She doesn't believe.  
Begging to let her fall
 
So she goes through the motions, surviving each day.  
Knowing that this fucking life is a pay to play.  
It resonates inside, it's not a price worth buying.  
Empty and hollow.. at least she's trying.