Aug 2014
A secret lives within her mind, and he whispers to her all night.
The nightmares don't end when she wakes, they continue to give her a fright.
They are demons that want to soothe the soul.
She grabs the razor and begins to draw, her eyes are black as coal.
This is how she lives.
Because the monster is in control and he never gives.
Baby girl, little angel, do you hear that song?
Don't listen close your ears, it will lead you to wrong!
Do you hear that sweet sound?
That is the sound of your tears as they hit the ground.
Do you see that beautiful face?
That will lead you to a darker place..
Depression is a monster, and cutting is relief..
So don't judge until you have felt her grief.
She is just a baby, alone in this cruel world, she has no one.
Do you know what it's like to live in a world with no sun?
The map to heaven, is written in the stars..
Soon she will make it, just look at all her scars..
Sweet darling, mommas angel, please listen to my words voice..
Put down that razor, you have another choice!
She runs away from it all, inside her mind.
But the fallen angel is there, and he is not kind.
He holds her, and sings to her that sweet song of death and pain.
No wonder she is hardly sane..
There is a story to this beautiful girl, she always wears a smile, have you seen?
She has a heart of gold, never mean.
She loves with all she is, only to be broken down to nothing more than a shatter heart.
Cupid has seemed to forgot to shoot her with his dart.
This baby has never even lived, and she is already ready to end it all.
Do you know how hard it is, so see you angel fall?
She is 16, and already she dreams of flying with the angels above.
Flying, and at peace like a white dove.
She smile in the face of all her friends, but cries herself to sleep at night.
This battle is not a fair fight.
Do you know what it's like to be trapped inside your mind?
To know no emotions that are kind..
But this will be her last morning, her last faked smile.
Because today she will no longer go that extra mile.
She writes letters of goodbye to ghosts.
Because she has no one she kept close.
She draws the blade across her skin, once, twice, and many more.
Now she will fly with the angels and her heart will soar.
The nightmares don't end when she wakes, they continue to give her a fright.
They are demons that want to soothe the soul.
She grabs the razor and begins to draw, her eyes are black as coal.
This is how she lives.
Because the monster is in control and he never gives.
Baby girl, little angel, do you hear that song?
Don't listen close your ears, it will lead you to wrong!
Do you hear that sweet sound?
That is the sound of your tears as they hit the ground.
Do you see that beautiful face?
That will lead you to a darker place..
Depression is a monster, and cutting is relief..
So don't judge until you have felt her grief.
She is just a baby, alone in this cruel world, she has no one.
Do you know what it's like to live in a world with no sun?
The map to heaven, is written in the stars..
Soon she will make it, just look at all her scars..
Sweet darling, mommas angel, please listen to my words voice..
Put down that razor, you have another choice!
She runs away from it all, inside her mind.
But the fallen angel is there, and he is not kind.
He holds her, and sings to her that sweet song of death and pain.
No wonder she is hardly sane..
There is a story to this beautiful girl, she always wears a smile, have you seen?
She has a heart of gold, never mean.
She loves with all she is, only to be broken down to nothing more than a shatter heart.
Cupid has seemed to forgot to shoot her with his dart.
This baby has never even lived, and she is already ready to end it all.
Do you know how hard it is, so see you angel fall?
She is 16, and already she dreams of flying with the angels above.
Flying, and at peace like a white dove.
She smile in the face of all her friends, but cries herself to sleep at night.
This battle is not a fair fight.
Do you know what it's like to be trapped inside your mind?
To know no emotions that are kind..
But this will be her last morning, her last faked smile.
Because today she will no longer go that extra mile.
She writes letters of goodbye to ghosts.
Because she has no one she kept close.
She draws the blade across her skin, once, twice, and many more.
Now she will fly with the angels and her heart will soar.
