
I want to help the ones who can't help themselves...the question is, can I?
Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Angst - Words: 256 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-06-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2344593
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Baby girl you sit in the corner
Loveless blood butterfly kisses
Attached to your pearly skin
Sinking feeling of horror
It is your fault, all your fault
Tainted beauty disgraced
Into selfish desires of flesh
He took away the one thing
You had so tucked away
Singing to your body piano
Songs as background music
Ironic happenings as flesh
Tore away and unwanted actions
Become sorry realities
No escaping what never should
Have been
Baby boy you sit in the corner
Waiting for her to return to your
Bloody bathtub where you sink
Into scars never meant to heal
She loves you, really loves you
Bruises fade back into your skin
While cuts sometimes stay but
It is alright because with every blow
To your unsmiling face and crippled
Legs you feel kisses from the knuckles
Whispering i love yous into your
Unlovely skin and flowing eyes
In your own painful breaking is
Your greatest beauty
I sit in the corner now
Arms wrapped around myself
Wondering why my life is good
Why I am not the hurting one
My life is good, always so good
So can I make it better for you
The ones I write about without
Truly knowing who you are
Just another girl, just another boy
Living hidden lives of painful
Agony and dis function never
Revealed to be anything more than
Normal is what we think we see
But we never really know the masks
You hide behind so pretty
Can I save the ones who can't
Save Themselves
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