She looks so surprised when she sees him walking in,
And I wonder how she feels so alone,
When he can wrap his arms around her so tight,
And her tiny body seems afraid.
She walks away with no feelings,
But somehow it doesn’t show,
She looks so blushed of his presence,
yet her body is filled with hatred.
I’ve seen her alone sitting on the stairs,
Scanning her arms and her bones,
No eyes can see how many scars I could see,
By glancing by her that evening.
And I still can’t imagine,
How many times I’ve seen them kiss,
It seems like love in my eyes,
But for her it seems like she’s to say goodbye…forever.
She’s just too beautiful for pictures,
And much to sweet for hugs,
But most of all she was too bare to dream of,
and so much more than what she thought.
I kind of still wish I could have been there,
Always surrounded by love,
Still inside she would often wonder,
The whispers that surrounded her.
I still wonder around her bedroom sometimes,
Thinking of things I could have said,
But for one reason or another I kept quiet,
I just know I’ll think of something someday.
So alone on her lifeless bed I say softly,
A little prayer I’ll yell to her star,
And even though I believe she can hear me,
I would rather her be here to help.
So next time I look at her picture,
I won’t think of things I could say,
But rather I’ll hold on to a little piece of her heart,
And maybe one day her suicide won’t cross this pain again.
I think I would have liked it though,
Being surrounded by her pain, her hatred, her thoughts,
Because once again I’ve proved myself wrong,
When everything just looked so right.