I'm screaming at the top of my lungs so why won't anyone take heed?
Painfully visible yet ignored and pushed aside by all those that I need.
Nobody is listening to my cries asking for help with this despondency
and now I'm drowning in the ocean of despair unable to set myself free
just waiting patiently for the grim reaper to come and claim me as his own
so I can go beyond the veil and enter the dark abyss full of the unknown.

A little girl grew up too fast
drowning in secrets of the present and past.
Left with scars both visible and unseen,
voiceless and powerless to stand up and be who she should've been.

People pick me for my resemblance to the sunshine;
attracted to the brightness I could bring to their lives and my precious design.
But as soon as my colours fade, my petals wither and I'm no longer warm,
I am dropped and left to slowly drown in a secret thunderstorm.

I miss the days of my toothless grin where I found everything funny.
I miss my big blue eyes being full of light and hope, and believing in Santa and the Easter bunny.
I miss my wild, curly blonde hair au natural,
before I cut, dyed and straightened it to fit in and feel beautiful.
And I miss the days of innocence where I trusted everyone and wore my heart on my sleeve,
before I met the callous people of the world and found that in goodness I could no longer believe.

You were the Venus flytrap enticing me in,
and once you'd imprisoned me; everybody knew it would begin.
I was only a flower with petals so withered,
I'd die at the hands of you, everybody figured.

The simple whisper of the word "commitment"
can make men and women run in an instant
without one look back at the broken pieces they've left,
you were no different and so my heart became your theft.

You repeatedly vociferate that you're not ready to settle down; not ready to grow up,
but in my heart I know you're lying to my face close up.
I know you'd settle if you found the ideal inamorata tomorrow,
but I'll never be "the one" for you so I will leave now and drown in sorrow.

I saw the burning embers in his eyes,
the light produced could fill a hundred skies.
He's a natural wonder in my world
I thought as the galaxies in his eyes swirled.

I notice the dimples in the corner as he smiles,
and my heart tells me - for him I'd walk miles.
I told myself I'd never fall in love,
but as I watch him laugh; I realise it's him whom I'm in awe of.

It's the way he talks about his passions,
that makes me feel this mixture of emotions.
The way he hums, the way he reads a book,
I can tell I love him - it only takes one look.

The way his eyes crinkle as he laughs silently,
makes my heart flutter and my stomach beat wildly.
The way our hands become entwined
makes me feel free and well refined.

The way our lips meet?
Nothing can compete.
Fireworks and universes explode between us
and the feeling they brought to me? I can never discuss...