Walking On Earth Never More

Here before you is a person in pain- Here before you lies her bleeding soul. Here before you- is a cry that makes you whole heart ache. Wailing aloud, and dying inside- oh god make it stop!!!! She says,"Please take me, for I'm too scared to live." "I've been strong, and need a break, I've been here and beg for you to shut the door." She thinks about her request, and gets weak in the knees, she collapses to the floor, and curls into herself. She's alone, and knows this all too well. They wouldn't miss her if she left, and they have no reason for her to stay. For the greater good has passed it's day. She is alone, in every sense of the word. She has no reason to keep going- all she has are promises. Promises to stay alive, and to be complete. She wonders . . . . . . . What'll happen if I cut too deep What'll be if I chug the bottle, What'll be if I cease to live? No one will miss me - - It'll be cried over and then done. The pains too much to take, and the tears descend down in a royal fashion. They know the curves and contours of her face. They know where to fall, and some even stay. They are caught in the middle and are shown to the world. She's bleeding before you, oh god make her stop. If you look carefully, you'll see- that the blade knows her arm and body well. It knows of the places the ones previously cut, and the ones yet to be. A soul in shambles- are you sure it came from God? Forsaken is she, and doesn't know to be. Doesn't think she can live- Doesn't think she can keep going- Doesn't think she can be that strong- Doesn't think there's much left Doesn't think of her final words or good-bye's. She said she loves you- but you laughed in her face, and pushed her away. She tried good-bye, and decided that now it's time to die. Here before you is a soul- bleeding through and through. Here before you is a person- no longer feeling much alive. Here before you is a face, pathetic and nothing less of a disgrace. And soon she's gone . . . . . . . never meant to walk the earth alone again. For she will be in a place that eases her pain. She's alright, and holds no fright, she's gone, but yet still alive. She wanders the streets, the one's that belong to the dead. For she's the lost soul with no where to go. She keeps walking . . . . . and finds you! You laugh at her like the others, you weren't supposed to do that!! She says she loves you!! But all you have for her is scorn. And now, the door is finally shut, life is over and all is lost. For the old order has had it's way. She fell in the street, heart broken from rejection. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . She shall fall in your arms, and then pass away. she'll be safe- no longer cold no longer dying, for she's already dead- no longer writhing in pain, and now she'll walk no where forever more. It was a long night, and her hands followed her head. She died in Your arms, and it be gain to rain. It chilled you to the bone, and reminded you to never laugh again. Especially in the faces of those who say they love you. If you said it back, maybe she'd be here now. Instead of eternal numbness, forever more. She's gone, no coming back, no turning around, and nothing to be undone. For her wish has had it's day, and now it's just another lifeless body in the street of the cold, hard, and shallow.How does it make you feel when reading, can you feel the girls pain? Written November 7th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 09:59 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1