Waterfall

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15 years, pushed to the ledge. It’s come to this, a weightless step. How did I miss the red flames raging? I’m blind; I can’t see anything in front of me anymore. Alcohol is my light. I have no interest in life anymore. There is nothing left for me but I’m scared to do it. I’m scared to slit my wrists like Zane, scared to lose myself in my own mind like Daniel, scared to ask for help like Tommy. Someone make it stop. Someone make the darkness go away. I want to see the light; I want to see the sunshine. Too much blood has been spilt in my lifetime. How much blood will it take for me to release my own?http://www.wattpad.com/4695820-hurt-like-that-boy-3-hltb-chapter-1

  It's been fifteen years,

Isn't that long enough for you to stop?

A lake of tears;

I'm surprised it didn't tip over the edge into a waterfall.  

Someone once told me,

If you can't say something nice just hush

That's what has been happening to me.

This time rage is a back with a rush

Some people think I'm suicidal.

I'm just a broken girl, with rage that could turn her into a frog.

Truth be told, I've given up on happiness.

On finding my prince charming.

Since noone really understands the girl that everyone's harming.

So here I am, at the break of dawn. I don't care if it takes all morn

 But I'll wait for death, and rejoice the day he takes me away.  

I see people with perfection to the max.

And they say no one's perfect?

How come even the school loner seems undeniably perfect?  

I've given up on life,

but I'm not strong enough to throw it away.

Everyone does it,

But I'm still scared of pain  

Some people think I'm suicidal.

I'm just a broken girl, with rage that could turn her into a frog.

Truth be told, I've given up on happiness.

On finding my prince charming.

Since noone really understands the girl that everyone's harming.

So here I am, at the break of dawn. I don't care if it takes all morn

 But I'll wait for death, and rejoice the day he takes me away.  

So much rage, locked in a cage.

Abot the same age as me.

So I'm standing on the edge of the cliff,

that I've been driven to

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