What happens to girls who never grow strong Trees not hardened but rotting away Beauty dissolving with pain, arid and stripped of music What happens to women who need men to kiss them Fool them into reassurance They're still lovely, still beautiful And it does not matter if they're ghost-images Of their mothers who forgot to shout Or sisters who could never be tired What happens to people who never quieten their minds Gritty dirt clogging every channel in their brains Sweet radio static a dream Skilled at muffling all screams What happens to us who can't roll their mouths into confident spells Us who are selfish sufferers You who is cruel to yourself and everyone you love Me who is everything you ask me not to be What happens at the end? Can we not bargain? Dry kisses for you in a collage of lies That's all I can offer for now Until I know what happens at the end Until you tell me How to live with my pain.
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