Things just went wrong too many times.
And that moment
When they touched
Oh that beauty that lingers in your kiss
A beauty I fucking miss
Would it ever be mine again?
Or is it gone forever?
I miss so much about us.
I miss everything about us.
Or maybe I just want to kiss your lips
it’s hard to think of myself
as beautiful and strong
i never know what to do
and i’m always so scared
so i pretend that i am
what I want to become
in hopes that one day it won’t all be in vain
They say ‘stop being so dramatic!’
It’s really ‘no big deal’.
They’ve turned ‘kill yourself’ into a joke,
and act like suicide’s not real.
But it becomes real when you hear a knock
at 3 am on your front door…
the girl you’ve been always been best friends with
simply is no more.
The note she left behind
is covered in questions starting ‘why’
as in everyone was laughing,
when all I wanted to do was cry.
And how can a joke be funny
when it’s hurting those who hear it?
I try to raise my voice and ask
but they say ‘have a little more spirit’.
I can’t sit by and let more kids
be told to take their life.
You think you’re making an innocent joke…
but you’re handing them the knife.