"She knows
They don't know
Buts she's an artist
Her drawings on her skin
Not typical
But she's losing itThis song, this song
Shows she's not broken,
Just fragmented
Alittle lost in her thoughts
But she'll find her way
Find her wayThrough the maze
If life
We have all gotten a little lost
some just more than others
And others have fallen down
broken in pieces
lost their way
And she's still fightingThis song, this song
Shows she's not broken,
Just fragmented
Alittle lost in her thoughts
But she'll find her way
Find her wayFind her way
to the place where she's belongs
For once in her life
She'll be accepted
That's all she's ever wanted
Kinda sad
that nobody could see that
Oh no
Nobody could see herBut
This song, this song
Shows she's not broken,
Just fragmented
Alittle lost in her thoughts
But she'll find her way
Find her wayThis song, this song
She's not broken
No longer fragmented
Or lost in her thoughts
She found her way
Found her way"Clearing my throat,I laughed. Looking at my dad, who clapped his hands at me as I turned back to my support group. I smiled widely but I didn't feel it. I felt so hollow out and empty. I could vaguely hear the people clapping and crying over the fact that the song was so beautiful,but all I could honestly hear was my voice singing.
" yougot them all fooled
They think you have it all together
But you're falling faster than ever
They think you're so tough
But boy its not true"Getting up, I grab my notebook and began writing the lyrics down. I scoffed as I heard the members of my support laughed and talked about how the song made them feel like they could get over what they were going through.
The ride home was long and agonizingly boring, I continued writinflg the lyrics down.
" its not true
You're falling apart
Yes you are
Though nobody can see it
Yoursilentsymphony
You're screaming
But noone seems to hear you""So...I really like your song" my dad started. I looked up from my book and looked at him.
"Thanks, it took me a while to write."
"I'm so glad, you're getting better"
"Yeah...dad me too." I muttered at him, while looking back at my book. I ran my hand through my ash brown hair. My dark blues eyes trained on the notebook.
" as the days go on
you continue to pretend
Trying to find a way out
But you can't
You'restill stuck going in circles
You just want to be set free
But you gotta keep thatstupidgrinits not true
You're falling apart
Yes you are
Though nobody can see it
Your silent symphony
You're screaming
But noone seems to hear you"The car stopped short in front of our new house.we moved to a bigger house but with only two rooms. My room was further to the left. It was large like the size of a living room. It was painted in midnight blue, glow in the dark stars in a giant moon. The only good thing about this stupid house was that I got my own bathroom also painted midnight blue with stars.
Going up to my room, I sighed. Changing into a plain tee shirt and sweatpants, I layed down. The songs they were so different from each other. When was what I wanted to be and one was what I was. The same rhythm but different meanings. Is this what I meant to be depressed, that we all danced to the same rhythm but the words were always different depending where we were. Sighing again. I sang.“This song, this song
Shows she's not broken,
Just fragmented
Alittle lost in her thoughts
But she'll find her way
Find her wayits not true
You're falling apart
Yes you are
Though nobody can see it
Your silent symphony
You're screaming
But noone seems to hear you""Fused and confused blended into one, abused." I thought about it and soon it was all I could think about. I turned on my stomach and drifted to sleep.
I was sitting on the couch, next to my boyfriend Louis. He was also my brother’s best friend, we were watching finding nemo and cuddling. His curly back hair was pulled back and neat. Dark brown eyes trained on the movie with a small smile. Tiny dimple on his left cheek. Damn he looked good. My ash brown hair was half way tied up and the half lose in light curls, my blue eyes also trained on the movie. As the film ended, he turned to me.
“Cass, I really need to talk to you about something important. “
“Sure, what about?”
“I think…we should break up.”
“Oh…but why?”
“You’re too depressed for me.”
With that, the dream shattered in a disarry of colors and voices. I sat in bed and sighed.
“too depressed, my ass. More like you were fucking some bitch behind my back.” I muttered softly.
YOU ARE READING
i promise
RomanceI promise to you and I promise you and I promise you and I don't know why but for some reason I felt like it was right so I continued to promise and continued to break. Your promises and myself. Honestly what's the point of keeping a dead person's p...