Her heart is made of clay and
Her lungs are made of stone
A voice whispers in her ear
She walks the world alone

She's scared of too much darkness
She's scared of being high
She's scared of broken promises
She's scared she'll try to fly

Her eyes are made of darkness
Her fingers shaped from fear
Sometimes in the dark she shakes
Her mind will never clear

She puts her energy in people
It's so hard to sleep
She tries to never think too much
That hole is much too deep

There's nothing she can do
There's nowhere she can go
She lives her days with caution
Somehow it doesn't show

People try to fix her
With pills and talk and touch
They don't know they can't cure this
Even if they help so much

And they don't want her broken
So very few will stay
When they see her fractured mind
And know
She may always be this way

Her bones are made of marble
Her soul is weak like glass
The pieces chip in bits until
She breaks apart
At last