Depressing Song

This is a little song I wrote when i was incredibly low about two months ago. I don't feel like this anymore but it was interesting to come across.

Cut out
She could cut you right out,
But if she can’t
She’s left feeling
A foreigner to this waking world

Her fists, her legs, her skull
And soul
Are left empty
For you,
A stencil to shade.

And dreaming like a girl
In the dark, with her world blown out.
Waking and with nothing
But her love to hide.

And when sunlight finds her wrists red
Painted with the pain she felt
The stars pray for their return,
The shadow of her heart to light

And twilight’s half way there.
You have a stencil life
And in your eyes it will grow.