It ****** me off you won't talk to me
Like I'm the worst person you've ever met

Out of everyone who doesn't acknowledge me
Your neglect cuts the deepest

I thought we cherished the same memories
Memories it seems you've already forgotten

You must be incredibly lucky to have a mind so protective,
Or maybe you're simply cruel and I never noticed

You treated me like none other
The love you gifted me healed a few bitter scars from my skin

Now the new cuts I have look so familiar,
But they're not the same

The pain I wince at is signed with your name
Another frame to hang in the notorious hall of fame

Every so often I pass by to reminisce
Since old love can be humorous at times, in a way

But your image disappoints me
As if the trust we built was made of wet sand, in your eyes

Your eyes, the ones I fell deeply entranced in,
The same ones you deemed ordinary, I proposed as incomparable

But now they don't even see me,
Paired with ears that refuse to hear my cries

So I whisper to myself
Words I wished I could tell you

Maybe one day you'll listen
And on that day I hope I'll be willing to talk

Goodnight, Natalie
I'll miss you

Living your life behind window panes, blue.
Life feels like a daydream,
voices screaming to give up,
what are you even doing this for?
Sometimes you breathe, but all you feel is pain.
Sometimes you cry, yet your skin is untouched.
Most times your loved, though you still feel alone.
There's a war in your mind and you don't know what for.
You don't want to be sad forever,
you need to escape those panes of blue.
Hand to heart, feel it beating still.
You won't be sad forever,
I know this to be true.
You're wonderful,
and even truely loved.
Just breathe and take your hand with mine,
I also have scars, they're painful inside.
Let us harbor our pain together, not alone.
We'll be fine.

She said and shouted
She ordered to dismiss
He tried to express

She shocked her head
Her smart was greater
But her anger increases

He had to go
When she could know
She ran after him to do

To maintain and fix
Her fault, but it becomes late
Why we lose our gift

Under honor ,is named