Broken GlassI'm like broken glass.You can see me and all I am, but not clearly. The pieces are too shattered to fix and you know that you can't replace anything because I wouldn't be me anymore even if me is unstable.It's not like I want to be broken, but I don't want anyone else to attempt to glue these fragments of glass on the floor because I'm so terrified of the hands that grab at me. "You'll be okay." They say. But we both know that's not true.Broken is easily fixed, if only by the right hands.
HomeWell you say you're sorry but I have to tell you that you're a little too late.I can't forgive you for all of your choices, all of your mistakes.And I'm trying to make it up this stairwell to the end.I just can't handle it if you push me down again.Because I'm trying to find my way home.I want to be out of this grey and gloomy weather.But I can't seem to find the blue skies that spread on forever.This is where my home is, but I'm being ripped away from all hope as I hold on for life.The cities screaming my name tonight.And I'm trying to get home.
I'm running awayI can't change what you are so I promise you one thing. I won't be here when you get home. I fight for myself but I can't help running every now and again. And you are not what I once thought you to be so until you figure out who you are I will be gone from your life.I'm finally seeing farther than what I did before. And I see hope and freedom somewhere inside of me. I can't change what has become and I don't regret setting my own path at all. I'm just one person and my dignity and power is all that I carry on my back. So don't tell me who I am because even I don't know what I'm looking for.I've reached a bridge and I can either stay in a time vortex before it or I can travel the road before my eyes. Right then I remember the words you said and I feel the heat arise from my throat. I'm choking on the things you said, the thoughts you meant. I take a chance and move forward be
Save me from myselfPlease hear me when I say I need you to save me from myself. I can't scream because the sounds are muffled by my own hands. And I need you to pick me up before I fall from the clouds I was once sleeping on. Because you are all the support I'll receive.I need to be honest with you. I'm not as happy as I make you seem. There is sorrow that fills my heart and lungs where acid used to lay at the bottom. I have too many scars on my body lined up in rows so that I list dates in the spaces. I won't erase them from my memory because I don't deserve that kind of treatment. Push yourself to find the center piece that is missing from me. Hand it to me with steady hands so that I won't be afraid to take it from you. (Like candy from a stranger.) And maybe one day I will thank you for your kindness.I'll kill myself in the making. Just please hear me when I say I need you to save me from
Her own saviorI paint a picture of myself and I'm not sure what I see. There is a girl for sure and she's sitting on a stairwell, head in her hands, smile on her face. She is thinking with her eyes open and staring wide ahead, blue and bright, and full of mysterious thoughts that she won't let anyone read. She stares away at the sky crossed with those white clouds. And keeps away a haunting she won't say aloud.And here she is, with a smile that is held high all day long. Will you save her soul when the clouds darken and cover the sun that brightens her day? Will you free her thoughts when the rain begins to fall on her perfect holiday? Because someone once promised to be her angel and they failed, but will you be the one to keep her safe through out her lifetime?This picture is colored in, flowers popping through the green grass that that girl's feet rest on. Her hand travels down and pinks a fresh lily, white
I burn tonightI burn tonight, intoxicated by your presence and the perfection that reflects off your once white wings. I burn because I'm being given a second to rise from the ashes of a sorrow filled girl. Neglect and abuse have taken their toll on me and I find myself falling when I attempt to stand. I've reached my limit.I can't tell you the secrets that I've buried behind the gray-blue eyes you stare into. Because those fears I'm so desperately trying to escape. So I burn away, flesh and bone melting. The smoke becoming too toxic from the lies and whispers and misery that filled me. But I can't cry.I see nothing but darkness but my eyes aren't closed. I feel a soft material, torn but so relieving. And the angel's radiance reaches me so I can't breathe. There is a taste of acid on my lungs, throat, and tongue. My life is nothing but dirt, poisoned and sad.The angel grabs a h