The Darkest Hours

She gives me a condescending smile, lies to me;
Tells me that they`re just friends, not meant to be --
But when their backs are turned, I can hear them talk;
And he puts down his guard as they begin to walk.

He tells me he loves me, day in and day out;
But in my fabricated heart, there is still doubt;
He`s beautiful, with a heart plated in gold;
And the lines he uses will never get old.

He caught me in my darkest hours, held me tight;
Called me in the early hours to make sure I was alright,
But I`m slipping from his grasp, losing my sanity;
Because maybe this happy-ever-after fairy tale isn`t for me.

She has her past that`s so full of manipulative tricks --
Empty promises and broken hearts that can`t be fixed,
There`s a collage of tortured faces from her fun and games,
But to her, they`re just a bunch of needless names.

And the tide is turning, it`s sweeping me under her spell;
I know her games inside out, I know her just a little to well,
The bottle is calling my name, it`s pulling me in now;
And I`m dying from the inside out, there`s sweat on my brow --

Dancing in angst, the moonlight silhouettes me on the wall;
And tonight, there isn`t anyone around to catch me when I fall;
Falling back to the alcohol and drugs, the blood drips in the sink;
I`m letting myself go, I`m not afraid to fall off of the brink.

-Jenna Elphick
September 16, 2007