Oh Look at this obscure thing I've found,
Dangling right off the edge of a cloud,
I hold it to my heart soft and sound,
Oh do come and see what I've found,
A little shell shiny and round,
Gold and captivating, simply profound,
I hold it dear to me, And ive made it my crown,
And I won't ever care, if at this others seem to frown,
My little golden shell, is not to be clowned,
But my star does not seem to ever be homebound,
And so I must return her now,
To the depths of her oceanly home is she bound,
And while I attempt to revive this deed, I hit a sharp ground,
My blood flows freely, without interruption nor sound,
And so I lay deserted, as my lips pale to blue and my hair dies to brown,
Oh to die so quietly, without ever making a sound.

I love the moons rays,
But as of now her rays will harm me,
I love her in every way,
She's always stood beside me,
But she knows this could cause me hurt,
And she knows leaving would cause me pain,
But I just miss everything she gave me,
I hope I haven't loved in vain,
And when I spent my days aching,
Wishing to berid this pain,
She soothed all my worries,
Made me believe I'm worthy of love again,
But if those around me,
Can drift away so easily,
And if anyone who's ever come to love me,
Has left me with such ease,
Then perhaps love is something,
I must watch from far away,
As everyone trades it,
But my love is thrown away.

Everything around me drifts away,
No one I love is meant to stay,
Go about your mornings,
Mourn throughout my days,
I miss what I appeared to have,
I miss him again and again,
But what could possibly,
Deem me worthy of love,
What could possibly,
Make me not give up,
I balance all these hopes atop my head,
But soon they are they to fall,
And if they break they cannot mend,
So let these hopes fall,
Let them shatter in dismay,
I've given everything,
There's nothing more to take.

I've died.
Again.
Silently without a threat,
I did not scream,
I did not wail,
I've died quietly,
Again.
Crying and pleading would make me nothing but a fool,
Begging to be seen would only make me a mule,
And so I will die silently,
And not make a sound,
Because ive cried to you before,
And you didn't turn around.