There is a girl
A light slowly burning out
Trapped in a world
Stuck between dreams and reality

With wings, she could fly
But anchors hold her down
Feathers clipped
And dreams destroyed

Every time she runs
Every time she sets herself free
They bring her back
They lock her up again

She's not sure what she wants
But she can feel it
And she can see it
Just out of her grasp

Oh, how she longs to stretch
To grow an inch or two
And reach out for it
And make it hers

But they tie her down
They hold her back
They tell her no
They say she can't

But underneath her hopeless eyes
There is strength
Such as a tiger would hold
So strong, yet so weak

She is different
And they do not like it
They don't understand it
But she knows the truth

Because the reason they hold her back
Is because they want what she has
They see her light
And if they can't have it, it needs to die

And the girl, she knows
She sees that one day they will forget
They will leave the door open just a crack
And in that instant, she'll be free

They'll see her soar
Higher than they ever imagined
So high they cannot see her
And she'll be free

I held too firm to the ones that loved just a piece of me, 
Never all of me. 
At least not all at once

Linking my feelings to the ones that aren’t so dear to me, 
Just for the chance to feel something real and breathe
Just once.

I never understood why sitting alone felt so lonely
In a crowd of people that seemed to know me
I Just listen

6 month, 7  days, 2 hours, and 8 minutes
I have dinner ready, 
As I sit at this table for one, lunging at my food, as if it were almost gone
Its getting worse

Seeing faces is more difficult than ever, 
Just severed lines between now and forever
Its colder than I remember

Twice a week, Id speak, 
Clear my throat, 
Take a pill, 
Fall asleep
And Dream for weeks

In my bedroom, 
I held too firm 
The rope tied to the ledge next to my bed 
Seconds later before my death
I feel warm again

Paralyzed from the heart down,
Abandoned, lost and found,
The relinquishing of the crown,
Breathing, feeling my heart pound.

Haste takes my calm mind,
Enduring, hatred and pain,
The ropes caressing feel the bind,
The world submissive, barren and plain.

Sold for a cruel desire,
Abused, jaded and forgotten,
The burning of a torrid fire,
My soul defeated, life begotten.

Taken away from my morality,
Stolen, fought and lost,
The time considered a technicality,
The hours dragging, a heavy cost.

Her heart sang a song of what she wanted her future to hold,
but her mind said “Shh, no one must hear, for you’re far to young to love someone so dear.
Now keep it in, keep it quiet,
and see if the song plays out itself. If it does,
well, then there’s no worries for you already know the words to fill the empty spaces.”