The Shore Of The Black Sand
It all started long ago
Before I could even smile
Now feeling is like a trial
And any effort I fear I'd revile
Maybe I should have been enough to know
That nows the time for final goodbyes
I lost my chance to see bluer skys
An angel falling never trys
Is it true I have nothing to let go
Holding on to a hand that wasn't there
Pulling myself back to the ground to find only air
Hiding away all signs of self to not give them all a scare
Far gone are the days I could watch snow
Phantom pains of a self that never existed
Constantly feeling as if I'm restricted
Being told it only hurt because I resisted
Distantly I recall the way the wind would blow
Across endless black sands that bled into the sea
After all this time I feel like I still am not allowed to see
Its me thats the problem I need to learn to not have to be me
Stories get told of my sins
Ungrateful unworthy undeserving
My body parts put into away into bins
Unmarked unclaimed unwanted
Still trying to live but the desire thins
Uncalled unable unspoken
All I hear are laughing smiles and haunting grins
Unclean unwell unraveling
Poor lost child grows up to be me alone
Surrounded by family members and put on a throne
Different to the world that could never know her
Hated by world who scream out and call for her
Now unwired from strings
A puppet its own master controlling her will
Uncut from these things
This puppet is here and remaining still
Poor lost puppet girl
Alone in a world she stays
One day she will die
