gentle waves of heartbreak

Suicide and No-Good Fairytales

They were destined for happiness, 

They were supposed to be a dream come true. 

But dreams can easily change to nightmare, 

When death comes knocking out of the blue. 

They were attached at the hip, 

Where one went the other followed; 

But they haven't been together for awhile now, 

And the wall between them was foreshadowed. 

You can see their reaching fingertips

As they tremble with doubt and hesitance, 

They're searching for what they remember 

And aren't able to find any semblance. 

Death is an occurrent in life, 

And all things soft, beautiful, and bright

Will be buried six feet underneath

If one heart said goodnight. 

The lovers didn't follow the fairytale. 

They weren't like soulmates anymore.

Yet soulmates are not found but made, 

And the lovers are made of cracks and war. 

They're fighting off unseen monsters, 

The ones that are born from fears. 

And everyone can clearly see that-

They're meant for more than these broken tears. 

It hurts to see them trying, 

As the bags beneath their eyes grow. 

Are they doing more damage than good?

As they force together pieces that erode. 

Their story was gonna be one for the ages. 

Filled with laughing and dancing. 

But the stories are just that, stories, 

Leaving us with suicide and cheap fairytale endings. 

Their screams and cries are heard down the hall, 

And threats are making their mark. 

"If you walk into that darkness alone...

I would follow you with my heart."

Their days are no longer coloured grey, 

But they're far from shining in gold. 

Yet as they walk while holding hands, 

Their bliss is no longer loaned.