Songs for the Random

Last Words

Ordinary child, loving life and smiles.
Nothing could go wrong, no not by a mile.
Growing stronger, feelings lasting longer.
Maybe things would be okay, she would ponder.

But then she grew up, and he left her standing there.
Tears streaming down her face, leaves in her hair.
He drove away with her standing under the moon.
She was hoping and praying he would come back soon.

As time passed, and she grew up some more.
She learned exactly what she was there for.
She was a little toy, used by all the men.
But this life she knew needed to come to an end.

She sat down and wrote a letter, crying hard.
Her tears stained the paper like the stains on her heart.
She layed down and prepared to end her little life.
In a flash her last breath was stolen by a knife.

She was found with blood pouring from her wrists.
Her face was pale but her soul was put to rest.
He found the letter and burst out into tears.
"Is this what you wanted when you left me crying here?"

He kept reading as his tears slid down his face.
"I'm sorry but my hope died when you left that day.
I tried to move on, but you stayed on my mind.
The more I looked for joy, the more pain that I'd find.

I kept looking for the touch of a drunken man.
But the more love I got the more my thoughts ran.
I couldn't stand to live this life, not for much longer.
The depression with each day grew even stronger.

I tried to talk about my thoughts, but I was ridiculed.
Turns out we live by society's rules.
I kept it inside, but it kept getting worse.
The suicidal thoughts started coming first.

The next thing I knew, I had a rope around my neck.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't take the step.
I sat down on that chair and then I started to cry.
There was nothing more I wanted than to just die.

Then one night as I looked up at the moon.
For some reason all I did was picture you.
I didn't cry that time, but I felt a little down.
Because I knew if you saw me you would only frown.

I was a bad girl, a bent toy, a disgrace.
I couldn't even stand to look at my own face.
They next thing I knew, I found myself a blade.
With this beauty I knew my problems would fade.

But then they came back, and I was sad again.
This time I was positive that I would end.
I wrote this letter and then I started to cut.
I drowned in my own blood, in my own rut.

If you read this, I'm sorry that I left you here.
Just know that my feelings for you were crystal clear.
I didn't love another, no I only loved you.
Please smile dear, for this letter's almost through.

Stop crying because I shouldn't be dwelled on.
Just accept the fact that I didn't live long.
Stand straight up and wipe away those tears.
You'll forget I'm gone in the upcoming years.

I'm not sad for that, actually I'm kinda glad.
That means you won't sit there and be sad.
You have a life to live, a ton of girls to meet.
And then you'll find the one that I thought was me.

Keep living in this life each and every day.
I should go now, I'm running out of words to say.
Just know that you meant everything to me.
To my heart you're the only one that holds the key.

Goodbye friend, look out at the birds.
They fly away with my broken last words.