Can't you hear me screaming your name?
I'm calling out your name.
I'm pounding on the wall,
Slowly going insane,

I pound on the walls until my knuckles bleed.
I'm just hoping you can see me.
I want to make you proud,
But no matter how loud I scream I know you can't hear me.

Dear Sara,
I still pass by your house everyday.
Remembering the memories.
Remembering your voice.

Your breath always had the sent of liquor,
Your smile was always covered in drugs,
The warmth of your hug always pulled me in.
I grew to like the smell of liquor that lingered on your breath and soon I had my own addictions and demons.

******* it.
Who do you think you are?
Leaving me here.
I need you.

Please,
Come back.
I need you.
Dear Lost One can't you see me hurting?

Dear Sara,
You were so young,
Too young to be in pain,
Too young to hold a gun,

Dear Sara,
You were such a beautiful mess,
The pills were our little secret,
The ***** was your best friend.

Dear Sara,
I'm sorry I wasn't there,
But it was just too much to bear,
To see you did and yet not care,

But as I stand here today,
I still feel the sting of the pain,
And my tears come down like rain,
I hope to see you again someday.

Rest In Peace Sara Lynn

Why do you hold on to me?
I'm such a mess,
Just set me free.
I won't be here forever so just set me free.

I'll be gone someday.
Just apart of the trees.
Maybe then you'll finally let me be.
Serenity is no longer considered peace.

Love,
What a terrible thing,
It eats you alive,
It haunts your dreams.

I,
I'm so lost in this sea,
This sea of tears,
That's led me too deep.

Who,
Who gives a ****,
About a young girl,
Who lost all trust.

He does,
He cares,
He loves,
A girl who blows away with the dust.

Don't,
My dear don't give up,
Don't leave me here,
To blow away with the dust.

My Dearest Lover,
Can you hear me?
I'm lost,
I cannot see,
Oh what sweet lips you have,
They taste of sugar and the sheets of your bed,
My Dearest Dreamer,
I've waited so long,
To be in your arms,
Where it feels like home.

I just want to say the things we're all thinking.
You're thinking about how it felt when he smiled at you for the first time.
How his lips tasted like mint and cigarettes.
You're thinking about your first kiss with him now aren't you?
How it felt to feel wanted in the most romantic way.
Now he smiles at her.
Now she taste his lips and doesn't even appreciate the smell of cigarettes his breath carries that he tried to hide with mint.
Now he looks at her and undresses her in his mind like he used to undress you.
You miss him.
You miss the way he used to tell you "You're mine."
He doesn't care anymore and it's killing you.
This is what all of us broken hearts need.
What we need to hear is hidden in our skin so we tear it open with blades until we are satisfied.
We never find what we need.
So we dig deeper into our broken souls and continue to bleed.