Speak Up

What did you tell the teacher?
What did their eyes say?
Can you hear my thoughts?
And what about the voices?
In my mind they speak, they scream, they dream. 


Now I wonder, did you take notice?
Bid me to the backdoor
Do you see the busted window?
Blood dried along the edge....
Flaking paint.
What is this? Another accident?
Did Little Lauren fall again?

Last time I saw her
She was trippin' in to Vegas.
High off humanity's hostility,
And all its precious 'gifts'.

She used to love to trace me
Played connect the dots
Created master pieces 
From my scars

She was brilliant before the coming down,
That was when we lost her. 
And no one spoke a word

No one said a thing.