Weight of Words

Between the Lines

Help the sad girl who failed to learn the lesson.
Who didn't pay attention to the chaotic pattern.
A mess in the haze, left it unclear.
She tried to pay attention,
but the words disappeared.

Something to remind you when all is gone.
A sort of prayer left unheard
in her favorite Staind song,
"because it's always raining in my head.
Forget all the things I should've said."

A dose of her mind,
the story seems to be tragic.
No fairytales for this one.
No one doing any magic.

Masochistic kind of love,
proved how she needed to be tough.
That path has taught her,
infected cuts don't need a suture.
After it all ended,
she's scared for the future.

Moving forward is hard,
when you're the artist painting the picture.