What?What do you do when the sun dies offand your whole world fades to black?What if one day your world starts to breakand you realize there's no turning back?What if you finally see the through the treesand smell the salt air on the wind,and then, somehow, you finally learn thatit was all just a game of pretend?What do you do when the world seems to haltand leaves all that you know broken down?What, when all that you know and lovecan no longer be seen around?Do you travel the world with a heart of regrets,do you live your whole life in the cold?Do you pick up the pieces and try to move on,and hold on to the thoughts when you're old?Do you smile and laugh and pretend you don't hurt,do you hide all your fear in your heart?Do you stitch it up with a needle and threadto keep it from falling apart?The heart never heals from a covetous wound,so we'll patch it with stitches and gauze;we keep moving on, but only becausewe can never get life to pause.
Hanging OnIt pounds,'thud, thud, thud,"over and over;the pulse of bloodin my head, andhot drops rollfarther and farther,as if my soulis leaking outthrough my eyes,but I still won'tsay my goodbyes.
ChancesLife and death and Russian Roulettein all you do, you cast your betand when you're through, and if you lose,there are no repeats, you pay your dues.Two sides of a coin tossed up in the air:will you land on life, or end in despair?Or will you catch it before it landsand announce to the world "its not the end"?The choice is all yours, no one can help;no one can change the cards you've been dealt.You're all alone, but keep in mindthat lonely doesn't mean its time.
PerfectWith a perfect smile on her made-up faceshe exudes a sense of ladylike grace.Yet, when no one sees her alone in her roomis when she succumbs to the darkest gloom.Nobody knows it, she hides it wellunder a lock, a key, and a spell.To the world she's the girl with sparkling eyes;to the world she shows a convincing disguise.
UnexpectedSoft white wingsand cornsilk hair:ephemeral beautydestroyed right there.Innocent eyes,joyous yell;rising bubbles,a solemn bell.Friendly smile,sacrificial support,loved by all;a crime report.Happy laugh,fluttering skirt,dance and play:Amber alert.Sad and lonely,stick-in-the-mud,few close friends;a river of blood.Front of the class,eyes ahead.Plenty of friends:splatter of red.
ChoiceScream until your throat is sore,wail until you cry no more,pound your fists upon the floor,no one cares anymore.Close your heart, confront your fear:you alone are standing here.Release all that which you hold dearand when you're free, your path is clear.Will you live or will you die?No one else will bat an eye.One thing alone I cannot deny:there are no more chances after goodbye.
The EndLine of red:A velveteen roadstreaking down, across;peacefully.Joined by anotherand many more;teardrops skirting aroundforever.No life to the meanings,no meaning to life;Live by the day,die by the knife.Heartstricken sadnessand endless nightfading the hopeand killing the light.
PassingBleeding out sorrows and wishing you'd careDreading tomorrows 'cause nobody's thereThinking of hopes that will never come trueTrying to cope, my tears become fewSorrows all blending, a knot in my chestMy life soon is ending, its just for the bestNo more will you suffer, now you are freeMy burdens are buried, so just forget me.