the ugly and the broken

honestly, i’m crumbling

shuffling about on feet that once danced

walking with outstretched fingertips

wishing for a spindle and some sleep

honestly, i am afraid

there’s no cure for the shaking of my shoulders

no antidote for the poison in my soul

i am a girl rotting in her own skin

honestly, i want to die

but the fear outweighs the wanting

so i am left sitting, waiting, wishing

for something to kill me

so i don’t have to kill myself

honestly, i smile and laugh

but it's all manufactured

so you don't have to see the red eyes or hear the sobs

so you can go on laughing with light shoulders

believing all is right with the world

and i can go on pretending

because make-believe is easier than reality, right?