What good is a life, is a life without living?
A body hollowed out, from her constant giving
No one ever cared, no one ever listened,
So tonight tears run down her face and her eyes glisten
She holds the gun to her head, just waiting to pull the trigger
Hoping to erase the past, and find a purpose bigger


Her finger flexes,
And the bullet shoots out of the barrel,
Blood splatters her porcelain skin,
A hit,
Forever fatal


What good is a life, a life without living? 
A body hollowed out, from her constant giving

My braided faded bracelet
Is hidden in a box
Always there to remind me
Of something that I lost

My braided faded bracelet
The colors now so light
I found they weren't long lasting
Just like my feelings that blurry night

My braided faded bracelet
Came from a man
That I barely knew
But that might've been the plan

My braided faded bracelet
From that man, he knew
That I wasn't ready
Even though I wanted to

My braided faded bracelet
What it means they'll never know
Because I know what they will say
They'll say I told you so

My braided faded bracelet
A sign I'm one with the rest
Heard your first is never good but I
Thought I'd be different

We are friends.
Our bodies are familiar.
My hand knows the creases and lines of your hands.
I have tasted of your lips with mine.
My mouth has traced the distance between your sculpted shoulders.
My body feels you shake when I kiss your tummy.
My nose is fond of your scent.
My fingers have gripped deep into the skin of your back.
My skin remembers the texture of your silky hair.
My eyes capture the essence of your presence.
But,
What does it matter?
What does it matter when
Your body is familiar with many bodies
Your hands hold other hands
You taste other lips
Your mouth traces other shoulders
Your body feels the shake of others bodies
Your nose is fond of many scents
Your fingers grip the skin belonging to others
Your skin remembers hair other than mine
and
Your eyes capture many faces.
And this benefits you
And it benefits the others
And I thought it would benefit me
But,
It killed me.
If you've ever been benefiting to someone,
You have not been their friend.
You have been used as their friend.
With benefits.

You hit me with everything and I fall
I scream at you from the floor this is war.
You spew words I've never heard from you before
A testimony to your violent gore.

I stand and brace up for your next blows
Insults to you but they continuously flow.
You catch me as I race for the door
I fall again and I know this is war

With each passing moment I bruise and I bleed
I look for safety; curl up and clutch my knees,
But all the pain and the hurt dont go away
Every breath you breathe ensures they'll stay

Familiarity oozes from my lip tasting like hate
But you couldnt know; you care after it's too late.
That sober 'I love you' is one of your lies
The alcohol beats me despite my cries

But you haven't lost me yet, I'm waiting for justice
If it comes that final day, I'll welcome deaths kiss

I dont know whats in store but let me remind you: this is war