You were the reason she went up there.
The reason why she jumped out.
And you are the reason why the only thing to catch her was that old scratchy rope.
No she didnt go quickly, nor she went softly.
But atleast she went alone with out a sound.
Isnt that what you wanted?
Cause shes gone now.
-Been

You can only be pushed so far,
cause there is only so much rope,
till you're caught
DANGLING.
But there is an escape,
with a razer,
a gun or a hand full or pills...
BUT ALL ARE MESSY!
-Been

When your home is no longer home.
When your dreams become forgotten.
When love never existed.
When your hero's come crashing.
When you give it your all to find out it was for nothing...

GIVE UP!

-been

I won't follow the rules, because that's boring.

I will however be the best in my line of writing because I am the only me out there.

You may not like my style, and thats okay because no one said you had to read it.

You may think I'm wasting my time trying, but that's your opinion, as mine is your wasting yours judging something you're too ignorant to understand.

You may think what I write is dark, but I know it is light, compared to the real world.

Your thoughts are yours to ponder.

My works are mine to publish.

Whether you think they are worthy or not.
-been

watch me daddy!
she yelled at 6 years old
she does a summersault and he didn't pay attention.
watch me daddy?
she asks at 10 years old
she takes her first dive and he didn't even notice.
watch me, dad
she tells him at 17 years old
as she walks up to receive her diploma.
he didn't even look up not registering her success.
But she paid attention, she noticed, it registered that he didn't care.
watch me daddy...
she whispered and weeped
as she jumped of that chair with the rope around her neck and ***** on her breath.
he noticed, he paid attention, it registered he had forgotten and now he had lost his little girl.
he realized actions speak louder than words.

-been

I let them flow
on the page like someone crying through the night.

The words that leave me are the ones that come from the girl who can't say them herself.

The words that show on my paper are the ones that come from the boy who thinks it will mean he's weak if he lets them escape.

I let them flow
on the page unlike the words that get trapped in the cage of their minds.

I let them flow like it's do or die

-been

Just a picture.
Another memory.
Another face.
Another story.

One cuts deep but you'll never know, for the cuts are in her soul. Her tears scream blood ******. Her laughter is a haunt, from the passenger she used to carry, the one that got lost. she fumbled in the dark trying to find it, but grabbed the wrong piece. Leaving the puzzle broken.
And carrying a beast.
-been