Alone as I plead,
Yearning for help.
No one can hear me.
I feel myself dying inside.
The light seems to be fading.
There is not a single care that lies on me.
A hand with a bottle of regrets,
And water for their dispense.
Easy escape.
A disappointment I've become,
A young tragedy I've always been.
Lost before I even began.
Never knew what road to follow.
My precious dreams are swarmed in images of my every wrong decision.
I'm screaming loudly,
But still no one hears.
My eyes are so foreign.
My reflection just as strange.
I stand before this dreadful mirror.
I can see through you....
Through her....
Through me.
Clearly pass that smile,
and my shelter of dry humor.
Someone please save me.
Save me from this false identity I portray.
I yell once more.
And suddenly I realize,
They could hear me all along.
Taking the time to listen
Is what they couldn't do.
I'm nervous to see what's next.
No one on this path has the truth.
All behind me it will go.
I'll see what happens when I get there.
Easy escape.
Scared and nervous.
I don't know about this.
Deep breath,
Now another.
~My whispers consistently coach me.~
Now I have become calm.
Never have I been more relaxed.
I see the whole world in one glance.
So much happening at once.
Familiar faces come across....
Blind fold me please.
I can't bare the sight of their tears.
Easy escape.
I'm free of disgrace.
Leaving behind my worries,
those time wasting conflicts.
Now I'm floating so high that my frail emotions can no longer be touched.
But sadly the tiny bliss I had savored has been set free
From me as well.
One second of attention.
A quick moment just to listen.
All I had ever wished for.
It's too bad when you heard my cries for help,
You decided not to listen.
