She sighed a deep sigh like the moan of a violin, then put in her earphones as if to shut out the world. She then looked out of the bus's window and watched the rain hit the window, slide down, then disappear later on. Everything about her made him pity for the first time. He was also lonely, but she was a sad story that never ended. Or ended to early, the was later forgotten. No, scratch that out. She was more of a mystery then she was sad. She always made him curious whenever she smiled. Her lips trembled whenever she smile, as if it hurt. "Does it hurt to smile?", he'd wonder, "Does it hurt to lie?". And those eyes. Those sad, dull eyes that'd suck you in once you looked into them. Those were the same eyes he saw that day. It was raining and he was walking home with an umbrella, when he saw her. She was hugging her knees tight to her chest under a scary Oak tree. She had the same headphones and hoody on to. He had decided to ignore her, hoping she wouldn't notice him. But when she turned to face him, he couldn't leave. Ever since, he could never tell if it was the rain or if she was actually crying. But he's not pitying her anymore. In fact, he's more annoyed with her now. Ever since he gave her his umbrella on that rainy day, you'd at least excpect a reply. Even if it was just a simple hello, anything was good enough. That smile she gave him that day melted his heart. And it wasn't a fake smile either. It was an actual real smile, and you could tell because her eyes were smiling to. Ever since then, he could never get her out of his head. It was impossible. No matter how hard he tried, it was just impossible. It drove him crazy. This feeling drove him crazy. The feeling that makes your heart beat like crazy when you see the one you love, the feeling that makes your cheeks burn in embarrassment whenever they're near you, the feeling that makes you think of that person every minute of the day. No, every second of the day. And while she was the only thing in his head all day, she probably wasn't even thinking about him. Now, he pitied himself.

She sighed a deep sigh like the moan of a violin, then put in her earphones as if to shut out the world. She then looked out of the bus's window and watched the rain hit the window, slide down, then disappear later on. Everything about her made him pity for the first time. He was also lonely, but she was a sad story that never ended. Or ended to early, the was later forgotten. No, scratch that out. She was more of a mystery then she was sad. She always made him curious whenever she smiled. Her lips trembled whenever she smile, as if it hurt. "Does it hurt to smile?", he'd wonder, "Does it hurt to lie?". And those eyes. Those sad, dull eyes that'd suck you in once you looked into them. Those were the same eyes he saw that day. It was raining and he was walking home with an umbrella, when he saw her. She was hugging her knees tight to her chest under a scary Oak tree. She had the same headphones and hoody on to. He had decided to ignore her, hoping she wouldn't notice him. But when she turned to face him, he couldn't leave. Ever since, he could never tell if it was the rain or if she was actually crying. But he's not pitying her anymore. In fact, he's more annoyed with her now. Ever since he gave her his umbrella on that rainy day, you'd at least excpect a reply. Even if it was just a simple hello, anything was good enough. That smile she gave him that day melted his heart. And it wasn't a fake smile either. It was an actual real smile, and you could tell because her eyes were smiling to. Ever since then, he could never get her out of his head. It was impossible. No matter how hard he tried, it was just impossible. It drove him crazy. This feeling drove him crazy. The feeling that makes your heart beat like crazy when you see the one you love, the feeling that makes your cheeks burn in embarrassment whenever they're near you, the feeling that makes you think of that person every minute of the day. No, every second of the day. And while she was the only thing in his head all day, she probably wasn't even thinking about him. Now, he pitied himself.

You gave me a white rose, then smeared it with my blood. Is that how roses turn red? You told me you loved me, then gave me a hug. Was that just to get me in bed? You kept all your dirty lies, but I just ignored. For I thought that this could work out. I swear if you walk out that door, I will start to scream and shout. The way you've been hurting me, can never be described in words. For I believe that other girls, have never experienced worst.

Whenever my phone lights up, I hope that it's you. Cause darling, you've got me right down on my knees. And whenever you look at me, I feel like someone new. Cause darling you always make me feel like I am to be free. Please don't let me go, for the pain is to much to bear. Please, I don't want to be alone. You're what I live for, you are my air. Please, don't let me go. Your name feels like magic,when it's released from my lips. Your hair looks so tragic, when it reaches for your hips. Your eyes shine like a halo, and twinkle like a lonely star. Your soft hands always reach high for something that's so far. Please, don't leave me. I beg of you, please. Please, don't leave me. You're all that I need. I'll curess your hair, and kiss your head. I will give you your space whenever in bed. I will hold you tight whenever you feel sad, I will hold you back whenever you're mad. I want to see your smile go from your eyes to your cheeks. I want to see you dance from your head to your feet. I want to see you happy, for that's what i live for. Darling, don't leave. You're all that I adore.

A lady with auburn hair, and lips as red as blood, stands beneath a lamp post ,waiting for the rising sun. She holds with her an umbrella, and spins, and twirls it around ,waiting for the rain to come from the dark clouds. She wears a trench coat, the color of yellow. Sleeps on a bench, relaxed and mellow. She leaves out open cans of cat food, for any sad and lonely cats. And gives dogs water, right from her purple hat. She doesn't leave town, until she's left without money. Fore she wants to see poor people, give her a smile as sweet as honey. She always says hello to trees, whenever she walks by. And always gives a flower to little girls that cry. She never wears shoes, fore she wants to feel the world with her own bare feet. And she never longs for a love, that she knows she'll never meet. And even though she may be broke, without shoes, food, a house, and not much clothes, she knows how to care like nobody knows.

Hush, hush. Go to sleep. If you can't, then count your sheep. Momma will always stay by your side.Hush, hush, hush. Hush, hush. Please don't cry. Mommy will sing you a lullaby. If you sleep, then you can't cry. Hush, hush, hush. Hush, hush. Promise me that you will soon go to sleep. And if you do, I promise you, a ruby for a ring. Hush, hush. Slowly dream of a memorizing scene. One that makes you want to be, in a happy world. Hush, hush. Now close those eyes, momma promises you a nice, dream that you can sleep with tonight. Hush, hush, hush.

I miss the taste of your lips, and how they moved when you talked to me. I miss how I could see you from afar, and how you would see me to. I miss lying against your shoulder, when days were going rough. I missed feeling protective, and how you knew that I was not weak, but tough. I miss holding your hands, and how they felt so big compared to mine. I miss how you'd make a whole big deal out of every valentine. I miss how you'd stroke my hair, whenever I was asleep. And how you'd always stay up all night, just to count my sheep. I miss your big, broad back, that'd protect from the world. It felt as if you were my knight and shining armor, fighting a dragon with a sword. But, what I miss the most, is missing all these things. Because nothing can replace all of these memories.

I see people walking; smiling, and think to myself, I wish I could do that. Nobody looks at me. They see me, but they ignore me. As if I was nothing to look at. As if I was nothing to steal even a small little glance at. I cry alone in the corner of my bedroom, for no apparent reason at all. I feel like a crumpled piece of paper; turning smaller, and smaller, until I'm thrown into the corner of the room, on the bottom of the trash can. When I'm alone i feel my shadow creeping behind me, like a giant hand waiting for a chance to grab me, and suffocate me. But when I look behind me, all I see is just my plain, old shadow. The same shadow that holds all of my nightmares. It's waiting. It's waiting for a chance to grab me, and trap me into my own nightmares. The same nightmares that wake me up in the middle of the night, crying, screaming, yelling, "when is it going to end!". I hold the knife to my wrist, while my hand won't stop shaking. It's as if a part of me is saying, "Don't do it! It's not worth it!". I finally drop the knife, and fall to the ground with hot tears rushing down my face. Who am I to hold a knife to my own wrist, I think to myself, it's as if something had taken over my body. I open the shades, as the rising sun embraces me with its warmth. "I've missed this warmth. I've missed this light", I say. I don't no how it'll happen, or how long it'll take, but somehow, I'll come back.

I watch people walking with those smiles, and think to myself, I wish I was like that. I only smile once in a while, but it's not real if it's forced upon my face. When I'm alone I cry to myself, for no reason at all. I feel like a peice of paper being crumpled; getting smaller, and smaller, and being thrown into the corner, at the bottom of the trash can. I feel like no one sees me. They notice me, yet they ignore me, as if I was nothing to look at. Nothing special. Nothing worth stealing a glance at. When I'm alone, I feel that my shadow is creeping up behind me, like a giant hand coming at me to suffocate me. But when I look behind myself, it's just my plain, old shadow. A shadow that holds all of my nightmares. It's waiting; it's waiting to catch me alone, and trap me into my own nightmares. Nightmares that make me wake up in the middle of the night, and scream, and cry. All alone. As I pick up my knife, my hand shakes. It shakes as if a part of me is trying to hold me back. "No!", it's yelling. "It's not worth it!". I drop my knife, and fall to the ground, crying, screaming, wondering what's happen to me. To think that i'd actually hold a knife to my wrist. "It's not going to solve anything", I think to myself,"It never solves anything". I open the shades. The sun welcomes me with a warm embrace. I feel hot tears over flow from my eyes. My cheeks turn hot; my eyes stinging. "It's been so long since I've seen the light", I say, unable to stop myself from crying. I'm not there yet, and I don't know exactly how long it'll take. But somehow, maybe, just maybe, I'll find my way out.

Pain, pain go away. Please don't come back for days. I promise to not get in your way. Pain, pain go away. ___________________________I've felt you quite a few times. And it never feels good. Whenever I go out in public, I always hide under my hood. ___________________________Pain, pain go away. Please suffer for a few days. I want you to feel what I feel, pain. Pain, pain go away. ___________________________Never once have I made a smile. Not even when I was a child. I've always felt you creeping on me. I've never felt safe or relieved. ___________________________Pain, pain go away. Please don't come back for many days. I really don't want to feel any more pain. Pain, pain please go away.