Don't worry darling,
When I push you away,
I promise,
You won't feel a thing.

I'll be the one,
To burn in the fire,
The smoke,
Causing my eyes to sting.

I know it's for the better,
I'm a burden,
Don't you see?

I promise I won't blame you,

Who would want to be around me?

The boy sits in the back of the school bus.
A seat infront of him is a girl.
Brown hair, blue eyes and freckles across her face.
He admires her beauty and watches her as she laughs and talks with her friends.
He notices something.
When her friend stops talking to her, she looks out the window and her smile turns into sadness.
She looks miserable.
Hurt.
The boy says nothing.

The next day, the boy sits at the same place behind the girl.
She's on her own and she has the same look on her face.
The boy longs to talk to her but something holds him back.
He notices something else.
As the girl reaches to get something out her bag, her top rolled up and the boy saw red marks.
Long lines across her wrist.
Bright red and raw.
She rolls her sleeves down as her friend sits next to her and she begins to smile.
The boy knows that it is not honest or genuine but again he says nothing.

The next day, the boy sits at the same place but the girl is nowhere to be seen.
The boy begins to worry but realizes that she may just be ill or something must have come up so he says nothing.

Days turn into weeks and the girl still hasn't been or the bus or to school.
His mind races a million miles an hour and it begins to fill with horrific thoughts but he pushes them aside and keeps to himself.
The boy again says nothing.

At school, there is an assembly.
The assembly is focusing on a girl.
A girl who commited suicide.
A girl who is of the same age as the boy.
Her picture is revealed and the boy bursts into tears.
It was the beautiful brown haired ******* the bus.
If he would've spoken to her then maybe just maybe, she would still be alive today.
He wished that he would have said something instead of nothing.

If I had a rose for every time you've broken my heart and driven me insane

I would build you a bed of roses
                   and a pillowcase of leaves

And every night as the flowers began to wither and lose its luster

I would build you a new one
                 a bed as timeless and delicate as you

Again, my love, you've managed to break my heart

That crushing sensation
that you just can't take
no
not anymore.
Please.
No more.

Claw your fingers
through your hair
play that song
again
and again
once more.

Deafen your mind
with a single song
until your thoughts
are no longer muted.

Breathe
deep breaths
exhale slowly
it doesn't help
no
not anymore.

Silently cry out
for someone
anyone
no
there's no one.

Entwined by
your emotions
ensnared by
recurring thoughts.

Trapped by
your regret.
Your health
and brain
scream
to move on,
but your heart
just can't yet.