I am not a 5 minute cigarette break
You cannot use me then throw me out
Can't you hear my screaming
Don't you care
Don't care
I don't

My eyes sting
I cant cry
but I'm on the verge of it
is that possible?
being so utterly sad
that you want to cry
but you're to broken
to be on the verge of it?

make me

                  break me

       shake me

                       take me
shape me  
                             scrape me
**** me
                 escape me
pluck me
                          **** me
       chuck me
                                    **** me
hit me
                   quit me
       split me        
                       or    commit me


  please,

see me
             and
                     free me.

My dad always told me that if you see the birds flying east
it means a storm's coming
But I never saw the birds flying east in your heart
I was too busy looking at the sunshine in your eyes
Until one day when all I could see was rain
And I would've told you some cliche about how a rainbow was going to shine through
But you pulled the trigger and your eyes filled with dark storm clouds
And some days I forget how warm it was in your arms
or I want to reach out and stroke your face
But I remember you're cold now
And sometimes I catch the birds flying east in my heart
But I send them to the place where you were
So they can rest in the sunshine you left behind
Some days, I see the storm clouds on my horizon,
But I keep walking,
I'm not afraid of a little rain.

Split* into different pieces
Trying to put them together,
I fail and feel so *defeated.
A caring friend is all that I needed.
They weren't there, so here I am,
Feeling bitter and cheated.

There's the me that smiles even when it's not real
There's the me that can do anything but feel
There's the me that only wants to cause pain
There's the me that refuses to accept blame
Yet deep down, I have come to meet the true me.
She's lost and confused as can be.
She's blinded by her own suffering.
She forgot the meaning of truly living.

i am like a cactus
hard
needle like
and difficult to touch
on the outside
but once you cut me open
i ooze
like a dam exploding from the river top
the emotions
im soft
gooey
and i hold life
but once you cut me open
you cant put me back
i will eventually wither away
and im okay with that
but like i said
i am difficult to touch
but once you break me open
i hold life