Fucked Up, To Say The Least

Drained to the core
But her body begs for more

Metal splits her skin
Releasing all her sins

Screaming at the walls
Running rampant through the halls

Eyes roll back in her head
As she lays silent beneath her bed

Cracked mask on her face
Nothing could takes its place

Not the meth, not the booze
Either way, she has to lose

Sickening daily fantasies
Give me more, she pleads

Smother me baby, shatter me
Till I'm left barely breathing

Her peers unaware
Her parents failing to care

She is quite fucked up
After being lovestruck...