Bruised

She’s tired of the knots on her face
She’s tying them up with bits of disgrace
Her placid skin marked with tears of sorrow
She’s trying to get out of this place

Beaten herself up inside for years
Over the fears in everyone else
Sucking her eyes inside her swollen heart
She’s trying to wish it all away

Oh dear God, what have you done?
All the bruises have breached her bones
As she presses away, presses away
With her thumbs

A world sits limp inside her veins
And she gnaws on her teeth to numb the pain,
Picks a lock on her door fastened oh so tight
Remembering how mother kissed her at night

They killed her once and twice again
When they were only small children
Now they prod her gums with needles and stones
She lost the words to talk them down

Oh dear God, what have you done?
All the bruises have breached her bones,
As she presses away, presses away
With her thumbs

Crying slowly, Crying slowly,
Crying slowly, crying slowly
Girl