medusa

Time cannot heal these wounds
That have marked her for life
Living like this is like being soulless
Feeling an emptiness that accompanies you

Crying only numbs her soul
She laments between the sheets of her bed
She cannot heal yet, because it is a daily memory

She only speaks in therapy
Because her family doesn't know
She is afraid to talk about this wound
Because she doesn't know what they would say

Knowing this hurts me so much
And my blood starts to burn

Medusa cries
Wounds of the soul
Her mind aches
It's hard for her to heal

She has anxiety and depression
That's why she has help from a psychologist
Years and years of conversation and treatment
And the memory doesn't leave her brain
Because the son of a bitch who abused her
Ruined her whole life, oh, ruined it

Wounds, wounds, wounds
They plunge her into melancholy
Memories, memories, memories
Her thoughts torture her

Medusa cries
Wounds of the Soul
Her mind aches
Healing is hard
Medusa cries
Things that hurt to talk about
Life is hard, the reality of many jellyfish
(Always green heart)
(Oh, oh)

Her mind aches, it doesn't go away with clonazepam