Loneliness and a cup of tea
What a pity to be me.
Locked inside myself.
No one shall see.
Nor will anyone ever believe in me.
Drab and dark.
Gray walls surround me.
I've locked the door to my cell,
To hide from the others.
Fore they do not know the pain I hold.
And never an be told.
Dank and bare.
Come in if you dare.
Secrets hang in the shadows,
Like spiders in their webs.
Laughing hysterically at the past
And wishing for one more chance.
I shut everyone out.
A ghost in a shell,
Locked in her own cell.
Pity and grief.
God, what has become of me?
I see the others,
Gathering like the rats the we all are-
How are they so happy?
While I am filled with despair.
Is my heart that empty and cold?
What have I allowed myself to become?
He tore my heart out, now all can see.
What a bitter bitch I've allowed myself to be.
Loneliness and a cup of tea.
You should thank god, you'll never be me.
Soon you will see.
But before you can, I shall rip out your eyes.
Then you'll never get the chance to see.
What a bitter bitch I've allowed myself to be.
I'll slit my wrists and sip my tea.
As I laugh, ever so madly.
Fore now you all now.
What a bitter bitch I allowed myself to be.
As the blood slides down my milky skin
And drips atop the beautiful white lace.
As the world grows dark
And madness slips from my weary tired eyes.
At least you will know.
Crimson red.
This is the end.
Now you have seen.
Now you see.
What a bitter bitch I've allowed myself to be.