This a message to those who can't speak,
To those who haven't eaten in a week.

To those who cry late into the night,
To those who lie and say they're alright.

To those who want to die,
To those who tars trying not to cry.

To those who can't breathe,
To those who cover scars and cuts with their sleeves.

This is a message saying,
"Just hold on,
At least one more day,
Things can't get worse anyway."

This is a message saying,
"Believe in yourself,
believe in hope,
You don't have to be a saint or pope."

This is a message saying,
"I haven't met you yet,
But I care,
So stay long enough so we can get there."

Oh this little message of mine,
Is to remind you that things will turn out fine.

Just hold on,
And the pain will soon be gone.

Just be here,
And I shall guide you off the oath of fear.

Never been one for dancing
Although by now I'd be quite good
From watching you all these years...

But I could never cut in
It just isn't my style
Or maybe I'm just paralyzed
By this sirens smile

Everyday I try to hold onto hope,
But I always end up thinking about hanging myself from a rope,

Unreal it seems most of the time,
But I try to calm myself down, hearing the melodious chimes,

Perplexity prevails as I try to stand up,
I never could tell if it could be this tough,

    Disaster ,disaster, everywhere
   Now I end up saying
  "I don't care"

She's a poem that I like to read over and over again on these lonely nights when I have nothing else to do.
I have her best verses tattooed on my skin in form of scars that I can't remove.
And whenever I am kneeling in the pool of my own tears, she's the prayer that I only know.

She's a poem that I like to read over and over again till I lose myself into the words that were once mine but no more.

in the dark all alone
fingers weak trembling
to light a flame
so he can smoke
lips on paper
fire in his face
he inhales once more
drawing the fire closer
paper disappearing
muscles relaxing
the plant spreads
through his body
in his lungs
hardened from cigarettes
through his blood it creeps
quietly rapidly
with out a peep
the room hazy
distorted
he is relaxed
until the drug wears off
roll lick light
another cycle
repeated twice more
a sound breaks the silence
the door opens
in the gap a silohuette
short
daddy
it cries
the smoker turns away
as the door closes

the next day
with pockets empty he weeps
a child on his leg
no more
no more
a different life he needs
a person he wants
girlfriends, pets, kids
his wife
have all left

in his house alone
fingers weak trembling
to press the trigger
and an angel speaks
No
No
it cant be
what could god want with me
a loner an addict
a failure

his mother speaks
floating above him
no my son
you can be good
try
let it escape
and he tries and fails
repeating what he did before
gun in hand he cries
with his heart
his mind
his soul
his mothers face
the last thing he sees
despaired, she turns away
biting his tongue
fire in his face
he inhales the lead
and an angel cries