Put down the razor.
Take your fingers out of your mouth.
Drop the rope.
Put down the gun.

Wipe the tears away.
Pick up your head.
Put the crown back on.
Remember why your here.

Your wrists aren't paper.
Your size isn't a number.
Your life is a never ending story.
You're not temporary.
You can't just be thrown away.
You're a gift on earth.
You're blessed.
The past can be erased.
But you can't be replaced.

Words are skin deep.
Yeah, I know the road is steep.


There's a light at the end of the tunnel.
you just gotta get through your struggles.

Your wrists aren't paper.
Your size isn't a number.
Your life is a never ending story.
You're not temporary.
You can't just be thrown away.
You're a gift on earth.
You're blessed.
The past can be erased.
But you can't be replaced.

We all fear rejection at some level.
We all have a dance with the devil.

We're all in the same game.
Some are just a little more sane.

We all go through our crucibles.
But that's what makes life so beautiful.

Ooo, remember the past can be erased. it can be erased.
But darling you can't be replaced.

Why choose this
Why do I go through the motions every **** day
Why can’t I help not wanting to rise
Or fall
It is in my nature to avoid those perils
And those joys

Take the first step, I say
Move one muscle in the right direction
But right and left and wrong are relative
And I
Have wasted another hour
Blindly switching between the mundane and the dead

I shut my eyes and inhale
Trying to find the inner goddess
The warrior, the princess
The one who is inspiring and magical at her core

Instead, I see me
I find an empty chest that is twisted with anxiety
I find a tired body from ripping myself away
I find a mind begging to be silent
I find a heart longing to be free

I stop for a moment.

I no longer am plastering pieces together to form a goddess.
I can see that I am nothing near to a princess
Not an inspiration or a songbird in the breeze
My heart is tugged downward by weights

What am I feeling?
It buried so far beneath the surface I am not sure I will ever see
It is nonexistent, untraceable
A hollowness envelops me

and I let it go.

My hands tingle with a sense I have not felt.
Eyelids flutter at a wink of eternity.
The hope is excruciating.
I am Bewitched by the perplexing enigma to ensue.

The sweet summer air
Cuts through her memory
Stinging with awful color
Whispering with laughter at pleasant times

She drapes her eyes
And sees a world with wonder
Her mind climbs higher and higher
She dances among every thought that passes by

She listens to the silence
She laps up the mystery of her visions
And her heart begins to beat again

I know you are there
I feel you in morning air
Floating on the breeze