Susan Smiles

Calloused and Depressed

14 Aug 2002
Such a sad, but pretty girl,
Hasn’t smiled for weeks.
She’s drowning in this horrid world,
She chokes on regrets when she speaks.

She was abused and broken,
Thrown away like a defective doll.
She was locked up in a mental trap,
She reluctantly answers to her master’s call.

Alone in her room, no one knows
What goes on behind the door.
Her master, he doesn’t care
About what all her anger is for.

She took the blade from it’s place
By the window, shining in the sun.
She put it down onto her skin.
Her personal torture has just begun.

She wishes she could find herself,
She’s the only thing she detests.
She feels so lost, so confused, so angry,
So calloused and depressed…

Smooth white skin rips apart,
Ruby blood falls to the stone floor.
She’s so sick of her world, so sick of her life,
Her master is Evil to the core.

She’s chasing demons in her mind,
Chasing what she fears most.
She’s caught in the middle of a nightmare,
She’s always watching her sun disappear, standing on the coast.

Every time she lays down to bed at night,
She twists and turns, dreaming of decay.
She strikes a match and lights the candle,
Then she gets on her knees and prays.

She wishes she could find herself,
She’s the only thing she detests.
She feels so lost, so confused, so angry,
So calloused and depressed…

So calloused and depressed…