She's only thirteen when she picks up the razor blade,
Look what the scars have made,
A Girl of only fifteen
Lost all of her dreams,
Now she picks up a joint,
Forgetting the point.
Nothing left to her life at sixteen,
Shes nothing but unhappy and mean.
At Seventeen she gets a bottle,
Finishes it all in one night
No one is left to hold her tight.
She dries her tears
Swallows down her fears.
At age eighteen she wont be seen
She's gone by morning,
How did we miss the Warning.

Death told her
           her life should end
and he was her friend

Calmly, she stole my gun
     she walked outside in the sun
pulled the trigger, set the mood
barrel to her head to conclude

I saw her head come undone
,,, Reached down, for my gun
Eyed the chunks in her hair
Now to my head |
                               |I draw a rose there.

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.

I filled the ocean with fire,
I froze these blowing winds with one touch.
I walk along this fiery tide,
this icy breeze is not enough.

I followed the smoke and danced,
beneath these ashes though I can't..

Release this guilt from me,
It could fill the seven seas.

I followed the smoke,
and it followed me.

I danced with the ashes,
and they danced in me.

so now you sit there and pretend to be alright
though you know you can't make it through another night.

but you don't talk about it, even with your closest friends
(do they exist?)
because you know already, it would just sound strange.

you wouldn't know how to describe that "it"
a feeling? a word? or just a trick?

the truth is, you don't know how to begin.
it's just that you kind of... don't fit in.

you hang out with the normal group of friends
but feel left out. why pretend?

does he like me?
does she make fun of me behind her back?

am i different in any way?
should i change, am i... okay?

saying it, writing it down, it sounds silly

it doesn't even rhyme, does it?
does it matter? does it?

does anything?