eyes so blue
hair of gold
her actions new
her sadness old

she tries so hard
her pain she hides well
never relaxing her guard
her happiness she sells

little miss perfect
thats what they all think
"my life isn't worth it"
she writes in dark ink

water filled tubs
perforated skin
men in scrubs
they load her in

her mother cries
she grasps her hand
her father tries
desperate to understand

but she was already dead
a second too late
wrists soaked red
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I reach out to take your hand
but your fingers slip from mine

I kiss you in the hallway
but theres never one in return

I wrap my arms around you
but your hands never find my waist

I tell a joke to make you laugh
but no smile reaches your lips

I sit and pat the seat beside me
but you find somewhere else

I send you notes and messages
but there are never any in return

I run my fingers through your hair
but there is no such caress from you.

I still cling to you my love
but I am just a Ghost

For the longest time I was on my own
I had grown numb to the world around me
But then you took my hand
my whole world exploded
and suddenly all was bright
I could feel the wind tickling my hair
your hot breath whispering against my ear
The pure heat of our two bodies intwined
all in a single moment
Hips against hips
your hands in my hair
your lips pressed to mine
our two souls entwined, twirling
whirling through the air somewhere above us
We were like a force of nature
a hurricane or tornado
something destructive and wild

but it was so unhealthy
but I didn't care
I thought it was fun at the time
now here I am
stranded in the ruble
waiting for another storm to carry me along
I live off of them
drunk with the sheer emotion
then alone again I am
I feel no wind
no heat
no passion
nothing
I am empty
But **** was it fun for a while