Hell In Winter
No one really knows who she really is.
Because not one soul takes time to listen.
She says shes a burden, not close to feeling human.
Her kindness is just her failure, can't you even see?
She will never know happiness, to be set free.
She doesn't fit in, not even in her own home.
All she begs now, is to be left alone.
Dope makes her life easier to cope.
But once the poison is gone, her problems still left unresolved.
She's honestly believing,
Her mind is also leaving.
Her memory fades away, more and more each day.
Some one pick her up and
Show her true love.
Her view of life in general, is her hell in the Winter.
In her cold frozen world, where no one moves with her.
She's shattering like glass, slipping thru the cracks.
They stay still and watch her suffer.
As she melts thru the iceburg.
Ice sharp as nails ,makes her bleed and loudly yell.
No movement not a sound, as she takes her snowfall crown.
You have lived in mysery, your now the frosted queen.
Why care what the people think?
Because their reaction, is a reflection of me.
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