Look Deeper, and Her Eyes Will Look Scarlette
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I try to tell you every time,
Torn and shaky handed.
How I feel and what's inside,
When even I don't understand it.
I watch my my life fall apart,
Like love is a distant dream,
Even when when I yell it's like
Nobody hears my screams.
There's no consoling to be done,
Melodies don't fit.
"He's a waste of time," they say,
"You shouldn't care about it."
"But I do," I say,
"Can't help myself. He's more to me than that."
And as they walk away it felt worse
Than a twisted knife in the back.
I couldn't find a way to deal
with the choice that I had made,
At long last I found reprieve
In a rusted razorblade.
I know how it sounds and I'm not proud
Of the descisions I have made,
My mother cried and so did I
when the scars didn't fade.
You aren't truely Juliet
When Romeo won't die.
Even when you write him letters
Stained with tears that dried.
There's nothing you can say to me,
Not that you ever do,
That will stop the reason for my pain:
Baby I'm in love with you.
Torn and shaky handed.
How I feel and what's inside,
When even I don't understand it.
I watch my my life fall apart,
Like love is a distant dream,
Even when when I yell it's like
Nobody hears my screams.
There's no consoling to be done,
Melodies don't fit.
"He's a waste of time," they say,
"You shouldn't care about it."
"But I do," I say,
"Can't help myself. He's more to me than that."
And as they walk away it felt worse
Than a twisted knife in the back.
I couldn't find a way to deal
with the choice that I had made,
At long last I found reprieve
In a rusted razorblade.
I know how it sounds and I'm not proud
Of the descisions I have made,
My mother cried and so did I
when the scars didn't fade.
You aren't truely Juliet
When Romeo won't die.
Even when you write him letters
Stained with tears that dried.
There's nothing you can say to me,
Not that you ever do,
That will stop the reason for my pain:
Baby I'm in love with you.
♠ ♠ ♠
I think this explains itself. I've come a long way this year, I know what it's like to be bullied for the most rediculous reasons. I do want you to know, however, that suicide can be a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Cutting yourself is no way to go, andI probably wouldn't be writing this is my mother hadn't seen my arms one day. I must admit that a few times it's been extremely hard not to hurt myself again, but also it's been extremely benificial in the long run not to. Please, if you are thinking about suicide or harming yourself in any way, get help. Find a friend. I learned that it doesn't matter how many friends you have if you don't have ONE friend you can truely spill your heart out to. Even if it's your parents. I'm open to anybody who wants to vent, because we all need that emotional support sometimes. Don't be a stranger