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i wake up, tears in my eyes;
bad dreams can kill you.
i tell you my secrets.
you tell me you care,
but there's no compassion in your eyes;
all i see are thoughts turning in your head.
'she's crazy' you think; you're right.
i tell you the meds aren't working like they should,
you tell me it takes time.
i don't have time; i'm finished waiting, have been for awhile.
i say goodbye, thanks for nothing, thanks for everything.
there are no beautiful suicides.
that's what you say at least.
well, i'll fucking throw that theory out the window.
i'll throw it out with myself.
i say i can't keep waiting and hoping for spots of happiness,
i'll die soon, my head filled with glory.
i'll jump from this building, into the cement;
never heard from again.
scratch that, you'll hear from me;
i'll haunt you in your dreams.
you'll tell yourself you could have stopped me.
you tell yourself lies.
you dream of the truth.
i am gone, except for the sta
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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