You can find black holes in her lonely chest.
There is blood, on her hand.
She must stop cutting herself
No one can say her name
They don't look at her
She's like the moon, pale and alone.
Her eyes are searching her soul
She's lost in a body,
in a world.
She will save you,
she cares,
her tears are full of love.
She needs to be loved.
She must stop being me.