Perhaps the saddest thing is not that they can't see me
It is that they see me hanging off the cliff screaming 'save me, save me!' and they choose to walk away
And you only lend me your hand because my brokenness makes you feel whole

I forgive you
All I had to offer you was sadness
My eyes shed sadness
My face speaks sadness
My lips smile sadness
My voice spews sadness
My touch spreads sadness
I forgive you for leaving, for I have become an infectious incurable virus threatening to destroy everything you are not

Such a happy delicate thing she is, isn't she?
She has no idea, does she?
How long before you turn her into sadness...

It's slowly breaking her down
Consuming her breath
Fighting her strength
She doesn't have much time
Pieces will be the only thing left
Of the will buried within
She's crumbling down inside
Crying out for help
Running out of life
A hero should suffice
To save her from her disguise

I'm surrounded by men substituting presence for paper and power
Females whose foundation is filtering their flaws for fame
Children teared up by more issues than tissues to on tear up
Leaders promising yester year promises whilst subjects smoke lies like crack
Husbands not ashamed to break their own rib giving dogs a good run for that bone
Fiends disguised as friends with loyalty as strong as spaghetti
Families turned into factories, do as you're told, cave into the mold, become like the rest pf the fold
Society nonchalant, busy growing a beard, blind to it's beastly reality

We were just two broken souls trying to fix one another...Somehow I ended up with a piece of you and you me

I could feel her heart break from a thousand miles away, I cried her tears, I mourned her loss. I saw the pain beneath that smile, the strength behind those eyes. Our silence spoke about our presence...
What a conniving double edged sword pain is, breaking and binding us concurrently. Such a profound thing love is, that someone once a stranger I now call mother