She's tearing out of her skin as she tries
to stay alive. They're going to fix this girl
if it's the last thing they do. The static
on her radio is making her ears bleed
black ink words that no one will listen
to. They hold her in so she can't breathe.
Cigarette produces smoke, she'll breathe
it in. She doesn't get it, why everyone tries
to change her. And they won't listen
when she says, "You don't hear me." The girl
is broken up, the pieces pulsate and bleed
to blaring deathmetal, but they only hear static.
Staring blankly, her eyes the color of snowy static
like on your television. Slowly she'll breathe
back the pain and taste her mouth bleed
as she gnaws thru her lip. When she tries
to move, she realizes she's paralyzed, the girl
wishes she could close her ears, not listen.
Music plays, touching her soul; she'll just listen
as her breathing slows--relaxation. All static
dies down. This broken, bruised and tired girl
seeks relief in a young man who lets her breathe
in a new way, into him. She sinks with him, he tries
to hold her and she lets her emotions bleed.
When he leaves, sketches of demons that bleed
thru her notebook come to life, and she listens
as they buzz with anger at her. She tries
to fight but she's consumed by their static
voices. She chokes on their putrid breath. "Breathe,"
they laugh at her, "breathe!" She's only a girl.
Does the young man know what kind of girl
he's found himself? She tells him with a bleed-
ing heart. He takes her hand and tells her to breathe
in, breathe out. Worry wrinkles his brow as he tries
to understand what she's saying not as static,
and not as ramblings of a crazy girl. He just listens.
And the girl with breathe, and she will breathe as a girl
who just tries no matter how life cuts her and makes her bleed,
even if they never listen. Change the channel, she's all static.