As my neck is embraced by the rough hewn rope,
The same rope that intends to strangle my last hope,
and life from this form,
Twitching, and swaying,
My body hanging warm.
Instead of six feet under laying,
I am in the desolate courtyard
Vultures circle overhead
Sun beats down hard
The earth too hot to lay in bed
To get a much needed repose
Rejuvination at its best
All I really need I suppose
Is to give my heart its rest.
Inject the ****** through my chest,
Needle point in my heart,
Plunger depressed,
I get my final rest.

Sweet and silent,
A girls hardest moment,
We keep quiet,
Just for a moment.

We know when something's up,
We know how you feel,
Could you give us a chance?
To show you the real.

Not all of us are the same,
Not all of us are perfect,
Give a girl you wouldn't a chance,
She might be real.

We may have the temper,
We might have tears,
But when we say
I love you,
You better believe.

We mean what we say,
We say what we mean,
If you don't believe us,
Well hunny you're leaving.

We may be independent,
But we want that strong hand,
We need help,
From an actual man.

I was such a sensitive child, emotions on full alert
Constantly,
Consistently.

I would cry until dry
Love until abandoned
Loathe myself until broken.

But what kind of life is that?

I was  shriveled, alone and in pieces.
So I, like many, created a prison for myself.
I created unbreakable walls to hide in.
To keep my emotions inside while everyone else looked upon my hard exterior

I cannot pin point a time or situation when I lost all emotion
Or when I built walls to hold myself up.

All I know is that now I show nothing
I push people away until I am alone
And I tear off pieces of myself and use them to reinforce my walls

I see now that I have recreated my younger self,
I am still full of hidden tears
I am alone by choice
And have ripped myself apart
But instead of sensitive child, I am now a **heartless monster

Will you count the stars with me
until I fall asleep?
I cannot hold them in my hand.
Forever, I will reach out to catch one as it falls.
Maybe their light could provide some warmth.
It's so cold here.

Everything around me is falling apart,
and I am trying my best to hold it together,
but I only have two hands.

I feel your eyes, trained on my back and lower.
Pretending not to notice, I keep a steady pace.
The click of my heels beat with the staccato of my heart.

It's been a while,
A good while,
But it's back.
There's nothing I can do
I'm helpless in thinking about you

If you don't want to know,
then just don't ask
'cause I won't lie
and say I'm fine
while I sit and down a bottle of wine
I won't pretent
it's all ok
when all I do is run away
No, I'm not happy
Not joyous and free
I'm not at all where I want to be
Still looking for peace
so I continue to pray
for serenity, I hope it comes some day

Maybe it's a good thing I have a broken heart.
I tend to attract broken people
and stray animals.
That crowd doesn't demand very much;
they just want to be loved.
And giving them a piece of me
is all I'm capable of.
Maybe I'd be happier if my heart was whole.
But I tend to attract broken people
and stray animals.
That crowd requires a lot of love
and needs me to be there.
And if my heart wasn't in pieces,
it'd be much harder to share.

His laugh broke the silence.
I stared at the ground, closing my locker.
Looking up, he looks down at me.
His smirk darkens as I shrink away.
"Just leave me alone, please?"
The whisper falls from my tongue,
but I know he hears.
Another cruel laugh,
suddenly, i'm pinned against the lockers.
and he's talking low.
"Not in a million years."
He walks away,
leaving me with my fear.