The following last deafening pages.
Cold and empty falling to the ground.
The previous pages show happiness, love, and care.
Then further down the road it turns to hate and despair.
And I fall.
Fast and hard.
Into the deep dark abyss.
The world would not cry.
As the melody begins to play.
He gives her one single blue rose.
She smiles for him, that special way.
He holds her tight, wanting only to be close.
Slowly I’m losing control of my life.
I believed and told myself I had a sort of fragile grip on things.
Instead of just this knife.
Not knowing what to do,
Slowly things will begin to fade.
With each swift clean cut of a blade.
But the cuts they’re not enough.
So I begin the search for the real painful suicide stuff.
You promised me you’d follow me into the dark.
And you brought a flashlight because we’re both afraid of the terrors we’d embark.
You grabbed tight to my hand, telling me and letting me know that you’re here forever.
By saying I was yours to hold.
I said goodbye.
You must have misunderstood because you whispered back Hi.
Once again I'm wide awake.
Waiting for this time to mend this heart of mine,
That keeps on breaking.
I’m just another runaway.
Another broken dream.
Another pretty face.
Nothing in between.
I need to breath.
This life it’s killing me.
I smile at the world, and turn around.