"Do me a favor?" I whisper, my voice harsh
"Anything." you look up at me, tears in your eyes.
"Catch me"
I lean off the slippery bridge rail
I can hear you scream my name
Far above me
I crash hard into the sea
The cold water engulfs my body
I try to breathe and the liquid invades my lungs
Weighing me down like chains
My body grows heavy as the icy waters numb my nerves
My consciousness slowly fades
And just as fast as I fell
I'm gone

I feel lost on this earth,
people tease me,
people accuse me,
half of the time i don't here about these things,
I'm unwanted,
I'm disgusting,
I'm weird,
I'm insane,
Why can't I be normal?
Like the girls who everyone likes,
someone who people wouldn't make fun of,
I'm ashamed of myself,
and I wish to be gone.

Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
It’s too hard without you.
I’m just struggling to breath.

Life's a challenge,
It can be smooth as a stone,
or rough as the waves crashing onto the shore..,
you think you're breaking down like an earthquake,
but you're making yourself stronger, building up like a tower,
so that one day, a little crash of waves won't make you fall down,
you'll shine bright, abover the rest like a huge, shining skyscraper.

Honestly he is like my air,
honesetly he is amazing,
honestly what would i do without him,
honestly he knows who he is,
honestly I hope he likes me,
honestly... I might just love him..
and honestly..I know he doesn't feel the same...

He's on my mind all the time,
when someone mentions him my heart it flies,
to another world,
to a world where he is with me all the time,
where breakups, and jerks don't exist,
and people mean what they say,
and they don't judge you by race, religion,height, or weight,
a place where I can be me, with him.

My eyes swell with tears,
How could this be?
My cheeks glisten
As the silver drops fall

Cold chalky eyes,
They look at me
They look thew my eyes
Into my soul

But why?
When did this red fill the room?
Who could have done this?
The one I love breaths no more.

My knees give out
And I fall to his side,
I touch his face
Leaving marks like war paint,

My hands,
When did they become so red?
And this knife,
How long has it been by my side?