Asylummn

pretty pretty girls
you're all so alike
you're all so different

Everything I've wanted,
but not a thing we needed.
it hurts, i know it does,
and your always cold,
buried underneath icy minds.
delicate hands.
it hurts to shiver.
fresh in my head that i'm
never going to be so like
you
simply because i already am.

We speak for one another.
when one cries we all do.
damp tile on my face
do you feel that?
i know we are the same

your movement speaks for you
your bodies worn