Point to the Heart

She cried
this morning,
the pain returned..
her thoughts of suicide..
the heart that burned..
the eyes.. no longer dried,
her life just turned,

She's a screw up
right?
they don't like who she is,
wanting to break up..
with a sinful kiss..
the feels.. build up
until.. she can't take this,

Waiting for her end
no more!(she proclaims)
nothing done right,
the anger to descend..
the thought of tonight..
a funeral to attend..
no future insight..
no smile.. no pretend,

She looks into the mirror..
can't speak..
just wants them to smile,
going down.. it's a bloody tear..
alone for awhile..
what to find in here..
a sucide file,

Being given one chance
to be different,
"I can't just change
I can't advance"
it's to much to mange,
keep pushing the stance
a life to exchange,

"I can't just become someone
else!
it doesn't work that way
I can't just "be done"
to many turns to stay..
easier.. to use the gun..
this is," she would say
her heart is fully broken,

The one who will leave
this girl, (is me)
being told she's not enough,
to late.. to fix the grieve,
she has had it rough..
she hids it under the sleeve..
she can't always be tough,

She looks around..
just to find
the baby in tears,
the love she found..
she couldn't disapper..
with the blood on the ground..
she says.. "I'll always be here.."

by DarkDreams
posted on 04/12/2008