In the bottom of the sea lays your heart
or so they thought
but you secretly hang it on the edge of your sleeve
you put up a front
being the cheerleader
you were a drunken puppet torn in two
you danced to his tune
his words and abuse
you knew better
you hide behind the *****
I know you don't mean to
its a reflex to grab that bottle
a town curse
you put your secrets down in notebooks
hidden from the world
your thoughts and wishes
hopes and dreams
nothings petty in your notebook
you speak the cold hard truth
when he took his life
you quietly raised your glass
a tiny flame rose in your soul
this is what he deserved
because of him you could never belong
to his 'secret club'
you were just his lover
you loved him
but because of him lives were torn
your life was slightly spared
a torn and damaged soul
your mission now
is to save his mother...
I'm so back and forth on this....if I like or not...if it's even complete...would love some comments and critique! =)