Sinking,
Drowning,
Gasping for air.

Hands outstretched,
I know you're out there somewhere.
Please don't let me down,
Please don't let me go.
I'm trying to fight,
But I can't do this alone.

Pull me out,
Don't let me drown.
It's caving in on me,
Pressure that I can't see.

Been so long on my own,
Holding tight to the hope that you will show.
Asking for you to pull me out,
But you just ad weight and let me drown.

Running out of time,
No air,
Please don't let me go...

Rising from the smoke,
Shaking off the ashes of a world destroyed.
The tide is turning,
This broken angel is switching sides.

Her once torn and filthy wings,
Unfold.
From the fire,
Dead plumage gone,
New, shimmering onyx.
Black and full.

Gone are the stains of tears,
Shed by those sheltered.
Gone are the bald spots,
Feathers pickedto make someone else's wings.

She emerges,
A new, beautiful, frightening creature.
Heart of stone,
Voice of ice,
Replaces that which was sweet, warm,
Gentle and nice.

With the strength of new wings,
She pushes those she sheltered,
She throws them into death's waiting arms.

Soaring high on traitor's wings,
She looks down at the frightened faces that she left behind,
Their vacant stares,
Looking their fate in the face.

Heart of stone softened,
Ice melted and tears streamed down her face.
One look towards Heaven,
A prayer on borrowed breath,
"Lord forgive them, they know not what they did."

With a final tear,
She fell.
Trading new life for heartbreak,
And sheltering those who betrayed her.

Emerge from the depths,
Let your beauty shine,
Sing your song for me tonight.

An exquisite creature,
Graceful as a wave.
Your otherworld beauty shines like the moon,
Silver scales glint in the light,
A welcome distraction.

Beautiful and mysterious,
The charming seductress of the sea.
Luring poor souls to beautiful death.

Do you need love?
Do you need to pamper selfish vanity by proving your beauty deadly?

Swim mystical enchantress,
Shine your scales another night.
Sing for me again

Once upon a time, you never loved me.
Once upon a time, I was a happy child.
Once upon a time, I didn't feel like a stranger in my own body.
Once upon a time, I could actually feel emotion.
The thing about "once upon a time" is,
It's a big ******* fairy tale.

We're called survivors,
Told we're heros,
So strong,
Yet treated as fragile glass.
Why?
Because we're the people at the back of the class.
We're those people that get thrown nervous glances,
As if we're a grenade about to blow.
We're those people who wear our feelings and hard times on the outside,
Yet we don't suffer as much as it seems.

These feelings,
These pains,
These tragic affairs,
They're not ours,
They're yours.

We're the people at the back of the class,
The ones who feel with our hearts instead of our hands,
The ones who shove aside our hurt to pull you from yours.

We take our proverbial wings and glue them to your back,
Keeping you afloat.
We fall further and further from Heaven,
Giving you your glimpses.

We crack and we bleed,
But we put on a good front,
We pull ourselves together and offer you a smile.

We are the broken glass,
The bombs that have blown,
And those glances thrown back in your face.
Avert your eyes like always,
Ignore those false heros,
Don't acknwledge these hands,
These hearts who ache for you.
After all,
We're just some kids in the back of the class.

I gave you everything I had,
It still wasn't enough.
I gave you my life,
My voice,
My time.
You took everything and just kept running.
You didn't even look back...

I'm lying here,
Trying to pick myself back up.
You were my family,
My friends,
So why am I choking on your dust?

Why am I so disposable?
Why do I mean so little to you?
After everything we've been through?
I was there for you through it all,
I swore I'd never let you fall.
I striped my own wings and glued them to your back.
And while I fell,
It was you I pushed up.

I put you on a high shelf,
Like a beautiful doll with a china face;
My heart in your hands,
Now you've fallen from grace.
If you come running back to me,
I'll put my tattered remains in your hands,
I'll let one last smile for you cross my face,
And I'll just turn and go.

I gave you everything I had,
You took everything,
You never looked back.

Nobody answers the phone when I call,
When I message, they look and walk away.
Nobody takes time to ponder,
Nobody takes time to think.
They don't answer,
They don't realize how easy it could be.

What if that girl you just ignored needed someone to talk her down from her ledge?
What if that call you just declined was one that could have saved a life?
What if that kid who always messages you does it because he deluded himself into thinking that someone actually cares?

"It's not my problem."
"They'll be okay."
"I was just really busy that day."
Is this justification?
Or lies you tell yourself over and over to hide the fact that you threw them away?

It's simple really,
Don't be a *****.