She sits in the dark,
crying herself to sleep...
Tossing and turning
Wondering where you are...
Time stands still as I wait for the storm,
Hoping that it comes very soon...
A beautiful girl with gorgeous eyes
a hidden world...
I lay near my phone,
waiting to hear it ring...
Great personality
great sense of humor...
My veins bleed
The metal burns...
Anxiously she fingers the necklace at her throat...
When she was five she started school...
Anger and hurt searing through my body
Piercing my soul...
The bridge glisten of specked gold,
Light shone through every crack and crevice...
And the feeling of being alone
Whats the use of being perfect...
The blade, it takes a hold so tight.
When all is done, She will be alright...