It was a moon dusted, half framed seedless joke, To think anything other than your arms were home. Tears, more like water stains, the Apple of her own eye. "No one will love you" she whispered, "more than you will love yourself". It doesn't make you selfish, just empty. The bible at her bed side table hasn't been opened in quite a while, cause she's bleeding, bleeding from the inside out, oh she's needing, needing a miricale. Opening that book only brings her to reality, soaking in all the negativity. She's just a girl. This worlds too real, for a little lady made of steal at a young age, but she's still soft, she's still hopeful. Always forgiving, the hand that beat her. Down.Because her skins too thin to withstand, the way your words hammer scars into her wrists. She's fading out, like one of those stars she admires so deeply.

Love is this un-unstandable dream
That when anyone in the world wishes to dream
All they have to is wake up
Look around
And wait for someone to catch them
As they fall through endless bouts of time
And live in the infinity of a dream
That no one wants to wake up from

I’m watching everything so closely pass me by in just a blink of an eye
Before I know it a day, a week, a month, a year has gone by
I wish that was a lie

Knowing I’m going to pay the cost
When I have realized what I have lost

I just don’t get why I sit here and wait
I think I’m losing my faith

I can’t find my way
I wish I knew what path to take

I feel so alone and confused
I wish I could do the things I need to do
I just need to push aside my fears to make it through