words of me, myself, and i

her

her

broken heart,

pained smile,

torn apart,

it's been that way a while.

as she tried to heal,

she tried to take her life.

take a pill,

or cut with a knife?

it was hard when she needed help,

but sometimes she just had to yelp.

she looked at the hate,

and tried to decide her fate...

should she live?

or shall she die?

what will she give?

her life or a lie?

she tried to end it all,

but where'd that get her?

a few nights in the hall,

a quiet murmur?

she got a little better,

and she got out of that place.

we're in this together.

it's a problem we have to face.

sometimes it can be worse.

people have succeeded before.

although, it hurts,

we'll have to beat it some more.

while we try,

we might cry.

but let's get one thing straight,

the lies are the hate.