Tears falling like rain,
I beg on my knees.
Oh angels up above……..Take me away.
Far away from this cloudy sky.
Release my pain.
Erase my sorrow.
And wipe away my tears,
For I know no rainbow will come.

Young and carefree,
I believed nothing could touch me.

Until the day that they came,
And brought with them a thing called pain.

To me it was new; it was frightening and cold,
It made me believe I had no one to hold.

No one to run to, no one who cared,
I learned to show it only if I dared.

It stays with me to this day,
Watching me slowly crumble away.

Those who brought it are long gone and free,
Never realizing what they did to me.

They laugh and play and have a world to see,
While their shadows still haunt me.

You don’t hear me say to stop
You don’t hear my plea.
You are as deafened
As I was to the warnings.

You don’t see the fear in my eyes
You don’t see me shaking
You are as blinded
As I was about who you were.

You don’t feel me try to push you away
You don’t feel me use all my strength
You are as immune
As I was to the thought of this ever happening.

You don’t know there are tears in my eyes
You don’t know you’ve broken my heart
You are as careless
As I was to trust you.

You don’t realize what this will do to me
You don’t realize how terrified I am
You are as naïve
As I was to come tonight.

Sitting alone, I start to think
What could this life really be?
Rainbows
And
Butterflies
Every little girls dream….
Snowflakes
And
Angels
Is that what it means?
But that’s not what I see,
Could it just be me?
Rainstorms
And
Bumblebees
Years of dreams not meant to be…
Blizzards
And
Nightmares
What could this mean?
Have I simply grown up?
Or is it bigger than that?
It’s not fair,
It’s not right.
Im still too young to fight this fight
16 years
To live
To survive,
Still just a baby in most people’s eyes
Caught in these ropes
Of lies
And fear
Can anyone around me even hear?
16 years
To fail
To mess up
Results in 16 years way too much.

There’s a woman with a hole
that goes straight through her soul
and it’s open for all to see.

Just ask and she’ll tell
every joy, every hell,
and how it all came to be.

She will tell you unbidden;
no secret is hidden;
and she’ll speak with a gleam in her eyes

Buts she hides in the shells
of the stories she tells;
each story a cunning disguise.

It’s easy to heal
when all that you feel
is bared like a page in a book,

but the depth of a hole
in a broken woman’s soul
depends on how deeply you look.

Each story’s a mask
with the ultimate task
of hiding the tears at the seams.

Tears in the heart
are bad for a start
but there’s nothing like tears in your dreams.