Shy girl with a secret
Silently scanning the room
I think I'll go over and try talking to you

Do you mind if I penetrate through your wall of silence?
I can regale you with the minutiae of cinema and science

Play the fool to make you smile
I don't believe I've ever seen one finer
I'm almost ashamed of how badly
I want to be inside her

Can I buy you a drink?
Then we can talk of desire
But no amount of spirits
Will put out this fire

The night's winding down; now where shall we go?
You play with your hair, and say "I don't know."

Shy girl with a secret
Quietly plotting my doom
I should have known better than to have spoken with you

I have a friend, I dont know why.
But she looks in the mirror, and starts to cry.
She doesn't see herself as you or i.
So then i ask her,
"Why?"

And so she says,
After a deep breath,
About her past,
That lays at rest.

She's been scarred,
Above the rest.
Because of things
That aren't the best.

How can people be so cruel?
Cruel enough to make her ask herself,
"Why am I still alive?"

As she picks up the blade
please put down the knife
And thinks of all the pain,
And so much strife.
don't end your life

She contemplates just
How much it would hurt,
But it would be the very last time,
Before she's in the dirt.

And she's done it before,
Many a time,
So now it doesn't hurt,
She isn't even crying.

But I am,
As she tells me,
And today I still cry,
To think of what would have happened
If she had died.

And I know that
Everyday
On the bus home,
She clenches the chair,
To keep her in her zone.
As she passes the store,
Where she used to buy knives.

Everyday that she stays,
Is a day she has strength,
Not to get off that bus,
And go to great lengths.

But every time she gets off
Almost ends her life.

She's tried to get better,
Believe me she's tried.
Just nothing is working,
And so she just lies.

She takes all the pills,
Sometimes too many,
She goes to the sessions,
Trust me, there are plenty.

And despite all the
Pain and the darkness and the sad,
She keeps on going,
Even through the bad,
And I know she is strong.

And even though she is with us,
I know that inside,
Every day she is pushing,
Is a day she has died.

Hello, November
With your days of brown.
You’ve finally made your entrance
Taking Halloween’s crown.

Gone are the days of orange of October
And its tilted beams of sun.
The darkness is now looming
Its swoop not nearly done.

Death is finishing its handiwork
The trees it tends about bear
And I can breathe in the coolness
Of becoming biting air.

Of this I am grateful
For the comforts of the nearing snow
For the faint glow of sky
For the wind to howl and blow.

For but the wind is only quiet stillness
When the world is blanketed white
And it eats away at ears that seek
A taste of warmth in the night.

But winter’s cousin, just before
The bleak, colorless autumn
When the last bees gather nectar
When the last leaf has fallen

Is a calming, of sorts
To all, a preparation for sleep
And I feel sleepy now
As the nights lengthen their keep.

I welcome the rain that feels of ice
Of the days that become more fleeting
Of closeness and loneliness all at once
Of songs that await at December’s meeting.

Hello, November
With your days of brown.
You’ve finally made your entrance
Taking Halloween’s crown.

Everyone wants
to be a backseat driver
but no one wants
to buy the gas

Everyone wants
a revolution
but no one wants
to do the dishes

Everyone wants
the World to change
but no one wants
to change themselves

Everyone wants
to be answered
but no one wants
to answer

Everyone wants
instant gratification
but everyone needs
to exercise patience