Grey eyes looking so dull,
A ****** hole through your skull,
But it wasn't your fault,
That your life just came to a halt.

Dressed in an oversized pinny,
But in fact you were quite skinny,
They always called you fat,
It wasn't your fault you went splat.

Rope tied around your neck,
You're looking like such a wreck,
As you stepped off the wooden rack,
It wasn't your fault your neck went crack.

*A knife slid across your wrist,
They hardly knew you exist,
As it cuts through your vein,
Its not your fault you died in pain.

She wants to go home, but nobody's home. It's where she lies, broken inside.

I told myself I wouldn't write for an entire month,
but as my anxiety attack of a mindset
blended with my desire to fly
I realized I was driving with the windows down
when the rain outside was pouring down my arm,
making a puddle at the thigh of my pants.
I had never once felt bliss like this.
The night sky kissed my open wounds
like mother nature was trying to let me know
everything will be okay.
I was told that I was nothing,
spat to the ground as the words left your lips
and you took a drag from that cigarette
you've been trying to quit for months now.
So I realize you are weak,
clinging to the addictions you cannot escape from
and I'm not talking about the cigarette stained teeth
or the coffee smeared t shirt..
You are self-destructive.
just as quick as 3-2-1
you explode your insecurities onto others
and I will no longer let that be me.

I fell in love once and didn't know it.
The eyes I saw the world from were blinded
by your keen distaste for life
and your knack for self-righteous cynicism
I grew up thinking love was just a myth
and no one, not even me was worthy of it
Then someone made me realize that the life I lived
was the one that made me who I was-
which was someone worthy of love.

So as I drove with the windows down
and rain pouring on my cheeks,
I realized this is manic if I had an explanation for it.
Then I smiled and realized
this is the closest I've ever felt to flying
and ******* I don't ever wanna come down.
So let me lift myself up until I can no longer
remember what it feels like to be grounded,
where all the logic is nonexistent
where I can learn to love myself again.  
That's where I was, that's where I'll always be
the day I picked back up my pen.

Have you ever felt the freedom of closing your eyes and falling?
Just listened to the whispers of the wind calling?
Then waking up just before hitting the ground; it was only a dream.
Free falling, only you never realize, so you don't try to scream.
You lay back and just enjoy the ride.
This is the story of a ride that lead to how he died.

He was just like you and me.
Maybe a little quiet, but always smiling at everyone he would see.
He was a little odd though, he would shy away from my touch.  
I didn't dwell on it to much.
I wish i had seen the pain that was lying behind his smile.
I wish i could have saved him from the pain that had been for a while.

After not to long, I fell for him and he me.
He would give the best hugs when i needed them most, he could see.
I would kiss the scars that line his wrist; he would smile with his eyes.
I held him and listened to him for hours to stop the cries.
And one day i thought he was sick, he wasn't in school.
I look back and i think, how could i have been such a fool?

He was home alone, and he knew the love i felt for him, but he was done.
I thought i could be the one...
He slid the blade over his wrist, once, twice, and thee times.
I still think of him sometimes.
He died in my arms, i tried to save my heart, my love.
He was the only peace in my life; a mourning dove.

I think of him often and the burdens he carried.
I wasn't there to see him buried...
I couldn't watch the love of my life be put in the ground..
He was lost and i thought i had finally found...
He never said goodbye..
And i will always wonder why..

I went to the bridge, and i stood there staring..
Wondering who left in the world was caring..
I closed my eyes as i imagined the feeling of Free Falling..
The whispers of the wind as if it was my name he was calling.
I would stand up and let go; free falling into a new world, to mars.
Now, he and I are joined as one in the stars.

She isn't perfect, and she knows that.
She has heard all the things he has said, all the times he called her fat.
She takes and drags the blade over her wrist, she has battle scars.
She longs to disappear and become one with the angels and stars.
There is something about her, something she holds tightly to.
She is lost in the sea of emotions, no idea what to do.

She is a warrior in this world of endless battles; she is on the losing end.
To many injuries all at once to make them mend.
She is winning the battles with scars, but losing the war.
She has been tryin so hard, but what is left to fight for?..
She is on the verge of sayin goodbye to all and giving into the battle scars.
She finds her sanctuary to be hidden in the stars.

This is it, she knows what to do.
She will no longer be around, no one will wonder except one or two.
She takes her razor and she draws a map to the stars.
No one has ever seen her battle scars.
This is the end of hiding behind a smile, when all she wanna do is cry.
She has been dealing with the battles for too long, she longs to die.

She loses the war before anyone even realizes she was fighting one.
They always wonder, why? Why had she did what she done?
Well, here is why..
No one noticed the pain, no one seen her cry.
No one cared enough to ask her if she was okay, so she faked a smile.
No one even went an extra mile.

She took away what you have no right to claim.
She doesn't want you to take the blame..
The choice is what she made, and she will forever lay in the ground.  
She never told you about her battle scars, she never even made a sound.
She longed, no, pleaded, with you, begged you to see.
But you couldn't even look close enough to see, that girl was me...