She was in love with him.

But he only loved her.

So let me start my story
In a very scary place.
There was once a young girl
Who never saw His face.
She lived her life in fear and
Tore herself apart.
She had a smile on her face but
A scar on her heart.
She had no one to trust,
No hand to hold when frightened.
She lived in the dark and
Hoped it would soon brighten.
She soon found that someone but
That someone's not a mister.
She found someone's love and
That person was her big sister.
Her sister loved her more than
Anyone she knew.
Her sister made her happy and
Always knew what to do.
When the girl was afraid,
Her sister showed her the light.
When the girl was upset,
Her sister helped her through the night.
The girl connected to her sister
Through a wonderful dance class.
Her sister showed her peace and
Promised the pain wouldn't last.
The girl was fighting a silent battle that
Her sister could understand.
The girl soon opened up and
Her sister showed her an awesome man.
This man has special powers and
Love to change lives.
The man loved the girl and
The girl forfeited her knives.

Now that we've made it to
The time in which we stand,
You must understand
Who I actually am.
I am the girl,
The one who loves her sister.
I have one last thing to do and
That is to ditch her.
She is the old me,
The one who hid her face.
I'm so thankful to you for
Showing me God's grace.
You've influenced my relationship
With the Kind of Earth and Heaven.
You mean more to me than
Lucky number seven.
Here's one more thing,
A question of glee.
Dear Miss,
Will You...

Look in the mirror.
See a reflection
And her dark
Skin complexion.

She sees the scars and the
Tears rolling down
While they see the smile
That has never turned around.

She's a happy girl,
Or so they think.
She stares in the mirror
And stands over the sink.

This world is too much,
Too heavy for her heart
And every last thing is
Breaking her apart.

She looks at her face and
Follows one last tear
And wishes this
Could be her last year.

She wipes the tear
And faces her life
But only to find she's
Picked up a knife.

She carries it with her
Where ever she goes.
And makes everything worse,
Little does she know.

For every time something happens,
She cuts up her heart.
And, of course, there's
No way to re-start.

One last thing,
And that could be the end.
"Why do you always smile?"
Asked her little sister's friend.

How could she answer?
What would she say?
"I'm not sure"
And the girl ran away.

She goes home
And runs in the back.
She smiles in the mirror
And gets caught off track.

Her teeth so perfect
And her eyes so bright.
Who was this girl?
What was this sight?

She saw someone new
And someone so pretty.
But she knew it was fake
And asked, "Why is life so ******?"

She looked in the mirror
And decided to go.
"Goodbye" said the pretty girl.
Shouted the world, "NO!"

But what could they do?
She was already gone.
And all they had left was
A knife used way too long.

The world gave me signs,
Told me not to do it.
Everything went wrong,
I fought the world anyway.
I find happiness in seeing you smile.
I needed to make you smile.
As my heart raced, I smiled.
As it all fell down, I laughed.
As angel tears hit my back,
I listened to the thunder we created.
I wish I could go back and find the meaning of those tears.
What were the angels feeling?

I wish I could stand up,
Throw my arms out,
Open my heart,
Hear the bursting of those balloons,
And let the rain hit my face...

So I could feel the angels' tears.