He picked the flowers
Stem by stem
Put them in a jar
And gave her them

She picked the petals
Piece by piece
"Will he hurt me or will he leave?"

She took the chance of
"One more try"
Now she waits
To love or to die

Where were they
When you were crying yourself to sleep at night?
Where were they
When you were battling the demon's fight?
Now darling,
Where were they
When all was falling apart?
They all came too late
For only now
Are you in their hearts

Dark nails for a dark soul
Loud music for a loud home
Rough blood for a rough touch
Abandoned children feeling unloved

Innocence for a lack-thereof
Earthly bounds being set above

She is the girl
Sitting in the corner
Alone, afraid
Observing the happy people.
She is the girl
Buried nose deep in the book
With a ****** name
And a tragic backstory.
She is the girl
That goes home every day
And cries in her bedroom
And cries in the shower
And cries at supper
And smiles to her mother
And smiles to her father
And smiles to her friends
And wears mismatched clothes
Because she likes to express her emotions
Without pulling up her long sleeves.
She is the girl
That nobody noticed.
She is the girl
That noticed everybody.

I would open my mouth to the stars
And ask them if they could take me away,
Whisk me up in their glowing arms
And fly high and far
And never stop.
They said okay,
So I closed my eyes
And I imagined just that
And everything was alright
And everything was okay.

Writing words instead of ****** lines
Words instead of tears
Words instead of suicide
Writing words she fears

Writing words above her ****** lines
Words that smear with tears
Words that spell out suicide
Writing words she fears no more

This is for the young girl or boy
That treats that blade like a toy