Chains, chains, they hold me down

Paint my face pretty like a clown

But my body feels empty like a ghost town.

 

Water fills my lungs so I can't speak,

Everyone thinks I'm just a freak,

Body as old as an antique.

 

My skin is very young,

But my bones decide my home.

Oh how silent is my tongue,

But oh how my thoughts roam.

 

Transparency - a ghost,

No one cares to know who I am.

Striving to live but never coming close,

Why should I keep giving a damn?

 

I see myself as disposable,

Worthless is supposable.

Meaningless and trash,

I'll disappear in a flash.

 

No one will find me, no one at all.

Just paint me pretty like a glass doll,

Wear a mask instead of bawl.

 

I'm held down by these chains, But no one hears my cries.

Drag the blade across my veins,

Let me be one with the flies.