I lie and watch her as she sleeps It's then I see her soul truly weep You can tell by the way in which she moves She has seen more than her fair share of abuse
She is always curled into the tightest ball Arms covering her head, waiting for the fall To many times awoken with angry fist This is the way her body was always kissed Cries of No echoing, disturb her silent night As in her dreams, again she puts up a fight
The morning sun brings no sign of relief Staggering under the weight of all the grief Some days she can hide it all so well Cheery voice, plastered smile no one can tell But most days it only thunders, only storms As emotions ripp through her like razor thorns
She whispers when she thinks no one can hear "I'm so tired of feeling like this for so many years Way beneath the surface... a lot more agony no one can see Like an iceberg lost and floating, that is me"
I gently touch and wake her up, masking what's within my eyes Yes, I wear my own disguise Her beautiful essence hypnotized as it taunts I'm scared of these feelings I don't want
Terrified one day she will just disappear Falling forever through her darkened atmosphere I don't know what to do, her eyes desperately pleads, "don't give up" I fear I'm not even close to good enough But she already tied my heart to hers with diamond tread So I'll hold this bleeding angel that graces my bed