Everyone falls down
But it's their choice
To go without a sound
Or have heard their voice

As friends it's our choice
To listen and help them
So we can later rejoice
That we saved a friend

But there are some
Who fall too far into the brink
To darkness they succumb
And we can't do anything

**but watch

Let me in when the darkness comes
because I need the recognition which you
regard me with, as if your eyes truly
understand and feel the world of pain
I have within me. I needed you to save
me and you watched me,
you knocked like crazy on the metal
walls until they collapsed
and you caught me,
with all of my cracks.

I'm just so broken,
So weary,
But you still watched something.
You still saved something.
You still made something.

Something out of nothing.

I'm tangled inside and everything comes out like glass
I'm cutting inside.

The way you carelessly lose yourself, cuts me inside
And I forcefully tear my skin off
To show you I'm bleeding.
Can these pools of red speak louder than thunderous phrases?
I've tried.

You find yourself in dark places
Losing yourself to people who won't remember your name.
And you forget yourself
And
It
Tears
Me
Inside

In the worst kind of way.

I can't force you
Can tears? Can pleas of red and blue? Can whispers of adoration?
I've tried.

Does it come down like lightning - or do I sit in a deserted room...
Watching an hour glass, receiving postage with your name written on it.
Hearing about you from everyone but
you.
I've tried

And I'm the woman stuck in a painting
Trapped in an artifact
Scribbled on a drawing.
I can't speak!
Every single piece of me is lost in time, to trying, to trying..... Fading.

But, I saw you yesterday.
You smiled.
It felt like the beginning of something,
I realized
After all this time, maybe we can began again

My father’s watch,
I notice stopped.
His movement ceased
to turn the cogs,
that spin the gears,
which move the dials,
that give the promise
of a while.
 
The watch now mine,
but still it’s stopped.
It sits inside a precious box.
The frozen hands,
my father still,
his whispered breath,
his secrets kept.
Regret, regret.
 
One day ready
to wear that watch,
I’ll move the gears,
start time again,
in good knowing
the hour I’m stood
will come to be,
eventually.