picture girl

the unresponsive the out of touch

they say she's a wall

but in my eyes is a photo never moving 

but she's perfectly blissful

but what do i know 

I'm just the girl the call unresponsive out of touch

but i wonder if they remember who i once was

or the last time I spoke 

i wonder if they saw my mothers death the way i did

i wonder if they know about my fathers drinking 

or the drugs the doctors put me on 

i wonder if they've seen as many hospital beds as i have

or if they've cut themselves because the world doesn't want them

but what do i know im just the picture girl the one whose is

out of touch or unresponsive 

but maybe one day they'll remember 

and i won't be such a photograph