Can anybody love or cut me,
I find they just interchange.
Anything to make me feel,
Any damn role, your stage.
Walls rise up bombarded again,
Defense not needed but I’m tired.
Worst part of dreaming is waking,
sound of the gun which she fired.
What the hell am I, not much to tell,
When you can never get them to stay.
Special, awe you, amazing, and loved,
Then why am I ‘here’ and why do I still feel this way?