She’s sinking, 
caught in a mental undertow, 
no line can save her from self 
unlike the phoenix, theres no dust for her to rise from. 
only hardships and pain to crawl through 

Struggles….. 
tryna become the woman that lies inside of her, 
tryna find a safe mind. strong mental capacity 
maybe she’ll pull a britney and go crazy 
shave her head, snort some lines, 
blame it all on tryna have a good time 
when the high comes down. theres only one thing she’ll see 
Her…or is it a image of her, 
who u want her to be? 
or who she’s aiming to be 
tryna please a million people but she can only be one 

Trapped….. 
in a mirror someone anyone let ger out 
dreams dying, lonely nights crying, 
can u help her?……To 
find the peace that sets her free, 
she’s got so much to say, 
no pen, no pad, her body becomes the paper 
lines zig zagged crisscrossed…… 

PAIN…… 
read between the lines. long sleeves in summertime 
its a safe haven, needls, razors. pills, coke 
the lethal combination of an abusive dope 

Mindset……… 
unstable mentals, battered soul. eyes so weary so many stories told 
many nights she often wonders why 
this…….. 
life is her dramatic tragedy 
mentally coming up for air 
she strives to get out of this mental jail 

what happens to a broken child 
whose dreams are crushed beyond repair 
with wings not yet healed so she can fly