She hides her sorrow beneath her hidden fears.
Laughing through windows or was it your tears.
Everything around seems out of touch of time.
Lost in the centuries of a moment you were mine.
She picks at her skin where the scars used to be.
Stuck in her image, the one she had set free.
It's come back to haunt the girl that is still stuck in between.
A girl that is still lingering of what used to be.
She can't erase what happened to her a long time ago.
Her past keeps making her remember what she doesn't want to know.
The voices get louder as she screams to her younger self.
Nobody is listening not even her doubt.
Strangers come in and out of her nightmares.
Telling her to face what she's running from and don't be scared.
A hand touches her shoulder as she moves away.
A voice whispers creepily " Now it's your time to pray."
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