Peeling back the layers
Of her dark and damaged soul
Laying out the pieces
For a damaged world to hold
Is not what she’d call easy
In fact it kills her every time
But nothing right is easy
That’s just the way it goes
They must need em more than she does
Those pieces of her soul
And so she’ll keep on peeling
Though nothing left is right
Some of us were meant to be
So much than love and light
There are those the darkness comes for
And there are those in which it dwells
So she’ll scatter all her pieces
Like Easter eggs in hell
Hoping people find em
In their darkest hours
Helping them hold on to hope
And that’s her greatest power