She wouldn't let me be there when she cried.
Her thoughts were nothing but a dark roller coaster ride.
Nobody knew in her mind she had already died.
She never needed me before.
Usually the pain would hurt but only make her sore.
I didn't know the darkness had reached her core.
I didn't expect her to open deaths door.
In the tomb of her mind I waited
She might have heard my whisper if she only concentrated.
I never left her, my voice just faded.
Nothing could keep her from feeling sad.
I was her imagination and she never used me to make herself glad.
She twisted and bent my purpose into dark thoughts that nobody knew she had.
I am the child that she once was.
I am the side that wants to live but never does.
I am her comfort but darkness smack's away my calming buzz.
I couldn't save her from her despair.
I was the happy face she would never wear.
Except for me her mind was dark and bare.
Everyday her heart would sink and her soul would tear.
Asking her to live is something I couldn't do.
Why would you ask if you had a clue.
Her life couldn't start over or be made new.
You would understand if dark thoughts is what you knew.
I was her glory, I was her peace.
Its the end of her story, now her sadness will cease.
