Monday, June 27, 2011

A Story of a Girl who.


She’s there all alone unaware of her heart
It’s breaking to pieces, she’s losing the parts
She fights, and she struggles, and tries as she may
These thoughts in her head, they just won’t go away
Go away…

She’s trying so hard not to see what is real
When the truth all around her starts to reveal
The world full of pain starts closing her in
She’s falling, and failing, and crying

“Is it supposed to be like this?
Why…
Does it have to be like this?”

She’s scared of the truth now
She’s running away
She’s hiding herself and pretends she’s okay
Run away…

You can choose not to look, not to hear, not to speak
You can choose not to breathe
Cut your veins ‘til you bleed all your worries away
But your troubles will stay
Now would you feel okay?
And this she did say

“It’s supposed to be like this
Yes…
It does have to be like this”

She’s bleeding, and paling, and fading away
The sight all around her just starts to turn grey
For a moment today seems a good day to die
So she waves her mistakes and her worries goodbye
Goodbye…

“It’s not supposed to be like this
No…
It doesn’t have to be like this”

After all of the hurt, and the ailing, and pain
There are only the words of regret that remain…

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this
Oh, no…
It didn’t have to be like this"

this is dedicated to someone I once knew.


10/2009

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