She free falls,
Tumbling,
Searching,
Waiting,
Wishing some good fortune would catch her.
Their biting words,
Forever echoing in her ears.
Ugly,
Fat,
Alone.
She spins violently,
Her heart breaking more and more,
With every word.
As she gets older,
And she begins to accept herself,
To love herself.
But their words come back,
And they hit her like a brick wall.
Eliminating that sliver of confidence she had,
Which took years to find,
And seconds to break.
She returns to the all-to-familiar process,
Hiding the hurt behind fake smiles,
And more made up happiness,
The happiness everyone thinks is real.
But in reality she’s lost,
Hurting,
And breaking.
But they are to blind to see it,
They are afraid to see it

It seems as though
I always want to talk to you
But our conversation comes at a cost
Because every word spoken
Puts me one word closer
To the last words I'll ever say to you.

With hope I could forever speak
With reason and love aimed at your heart
Taking your ears and making them listen
To what I need you to hear
Before you cannot hear anymore.

Carefully I select the sounds I speak
As not to choose the wrong ones
Picking silently in my head
The memories I would like to leave behind
In every moment I spend with you.

I know the last words I will say to you.
They are in my head now
Dancing on my lips
Teasing your ears
But I will not say them.
Not now.
Instead,
I will say them when it is time
For them to be true.

I do hope, however, that when that time comes
You will have already said them
To me.

Soaked in hard rain
I'm walking forlornly
In a quiet street
With an endless darkness
Without my heart in mine

Left with no one
I wept in disgrace
Knowing tomorrow will not be
The same again

Shivers thru my spine
In this freezing night
Will be forever
Until you came

I recognise the gleam
When you arrived;
You brought me felicity
That I somehow forgot
When I'm in pain.

Failing to remember
All those grief
Will be facile
But pledge you'll remain
And I'll do the same.

Do not believe someone
When they say you're okay.
Because you know you're not
and they are only telling you
what you want to hear
so you'll leave them alone
and they can go on with saving themselves.

Do not believe the song
That tells of things getting better.
Because it won't,
It's only there
to be bought from record stored
along with the others
that offer temporary relief.
Tomorrow you'll be sad again.

Do not believe yourself
when you feel cold.
Coldness is non existence.
There is only an absence of warmth.

But believe me when I say
That I am here and I love you;
That not everybody hates you.
Because there is no such thing as hate,
There is only absence of love.