She stood there,
Her hands clutching the note explaining it all.
Why she was sorry
Why she did it
Why she didn't want anyone to cry

She stood there,
The wind howling at her back
Pushing her hair in her face
Pushing her shirt against her body
Pushing her one step closer to the edge

She stood there,
Thinking about her options
Was she to jump to her death
Was she to leave people who cared
Was she to just let it all go

She stood there,
Battling with her options
But instead of deciding
She tore herself apart
Her emotions taking over her body and mind
And instead of jumping
She fell

I'm slipping
Further down
Into that abyss again
The abyss of never feeling good
Of always feeling self conscious
And always getting defensive

I'm slipping
Further down
Pushing back the people I need
The people who make me feel good
And are trying to catch me before I fall

But I
Don't think
Some people realize that it only takes a little push
To send me tumbling down
Into the abyss I tried to escape

I feel angry
The kind of anger that builds up in your chest
The anger that frustrates you
And brings tears to your eyes

This anger
It's built up over the years
The anger from doing a wrong
Or the anger you hold back
Trying to explain yourself

I just feel angry
Angry from not being able to
Freely release
What's got me so
Angry

Behind these eyes, I see the world's sadness and fear.
I see the darkness touching where there once was light.
I see the sorrow fill people up until they can hold no more.
I see the heavy burdens being carried and always added to.
I see the faces that lack emotion.
I see the people who give too much and get too little.
I see people, just the way people are.
Frail, fragile, desperate for help.
And in those people, I see the ones who see what I see.

My eyes cried water
My heart cried pain
My wrists cried blood
And God cried rain

My soul cried sorrow
My heart cried pain
My lungs cried for air
My head cried to be sane

In all this sorrow
In all the rain
I lost my sanity
And my heart still cried pain

Life is like a book
As our life continues on:
the plot changes
There's romance and action;
adventure and comedy;
plot twists and shockers;
conversations and drama;
And a cliche moment every now and then

But...life isn't like a book
If it's a bad life, we can't change the beginning,
Only how it ends
We can revise all we want but that doesn't mean
It'll get easier to understand
We can't skip ahead and see what happens next

We're authors of our own stories
Every day we write new pages of our lives
We face obstacles
And criticism
And through it all we still manage to write our legacy
And when it's complete
Only then can we look back and finally understand
That we not only completed our stories on our lives
But also became characters in other's books
And then we understand
Life is like a book