Jane Doe

A thousand eyes that would not see
Were the death of me.
I did not always look this way
A body on a slab…
Yet all the hearts that said they cared,
Were not enough for me.

A thousand hearts that would not care,
Were the death of me.
I did not always live this way.
A hooker on the streets…
Yet all the hands that said they’d help,
Were not enough for me.

A thousand hands that would not help,
Were the death of me.
I did not always think this way,
Me against the world…
Yet all the friends who said they’d love,
Were not enough for me.

All the friends that would not love,
Were the death of me.
I did not always hate this way,
Me against myself…
Yet all the family who said they’d fight,
Were not enough for me.

All the family that would not fight,
Were the death of me.
I did not want to die this way.
A number on a page.
Yet a thousand eyes that said they’d see,
Were not enough for me.

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