what a pile, from the outside.

We all knew her name, Azempri, of high school slut fame.   
noone ever called her out, she was the only one who sent the invites
what little she spoke, every word a lie, to make herself seem less lame
she always had it hard, but needing to oneup everyone elses lives.
Always wanting to fit in, always wanting to be perfect,
slowing down finally seemed somewhat worth it.
she spent the nights away, with concious dreams of her favorite drugs
all of the ones shes missing out on, how she's missing all the fun.
beaten, bashed and shattered brain
falling down never seemed so sane.
her only reality could be found on TV
as it provides the best conversation she can feel.

Where do you go, when your only friend is your own?
Too much a reject for oz, too addicted for wonderland.
when every day you feel the pain all around,
you havent slept for days, and your favorite fun is so bland.
on the outside, watching yourself sleep away
thinking of dreaming of wasting the day.
can you save her soul friends?
do the damned have souls to mend?
I wrote it on the wall for her, outside of all her doors
"do everything like you've got something to fight for"

She alone, living in parallel just outside of hell
she screams "it's worse, but im immortal while you all survive"
I want to save her, id sacrifice myself
I want to save her life, but she is not alive.
she watches herself, she knows herself
but her whole life is a lie, and she dies when i die.