Violin

The voices in her head

Searching for words unsaid

She thinks she's better off dead

Had a rough past worried she won't find a man to walk her path

Passed through tough times but it don't stop she doesn't know how to act

Reacts with whatever helps not whatever's right

A match into water, swelts, always on the other side of everyone's spite

She feels and she says to herself "I'm the victim"

She reels in and she prays to herself "This will be the last I fall to this system"

Hating this and that

Frustrating herself into an abyss and ignoring the facts