Closed up in her shell, the little girl bleeds..

I wonder why I feel the need of hurting myself..

I hate it when I realize I've made myself smaller than I actually am..
I've poison myself in search of a minute of pleasure..
Am I making any sense?
Does it ever make any sense?

And the numbness comes..
And the tears that follow..
And the vacuum..
And then the pain hits me like a thunder...

And the tears keep going..

Closed up in her shell, the little girl bleeds..

And the tears keep going..