Re crown the queen

I want to cut out this pain with the knife of surrender

stops all these thoughts, be too lost to ponder

place flowers at the grave of the old me

set flame to the promises that weren't kept

the actions that outweighed the circumstances of what it meant to love

the crushing feeling of not feeling like I'll ever be enough

rip away the flesh that is trapping me inside this cage

of self-hate and depreciation 

tearing the mask off my face and body

you want to see it well here's the real me

she's bloody and bruised with marks on her skin

with every self-hating word written in sin

she is black and blue from trying to be what you wanted

the anger is blood red, the storm has started

she will rip away every part of her that is not needed

until she is bare naked for all to see, and bleeding

you wanted the real her but threw it away when shown

wanted the genuine queen on her throne

you tore off her crown and told her she's wasn't worthy

and yet you wonder why she hides away now

why she shies away from attention

because she was told by your actions that she is not deserving

she was once high but now cries with tears of loneliness with a hollow feeling.