So there's this girl. She's absolutely fantastic. Yet when you tell her so she thinks you're being sarcastic. This girl... she's been kicked when she was down and after every broken rib she had the strength to stand up and walk around. This girl... she's been a model for me. She's caused me heartbreak because when her heart breaks she's always on her feet. And I want to tell you her story. Because she doesn't believe anyone will listen. And even if she never reads this at least someone took the time to admire her from a distance.
A childhood friend of mine introduced me to a face I'll never forget. Because for the next few weeks she made my heart beat fast. Yeah, I liked her. Something about her made me curious. She had the kindest of all hearts but she had the greatest understanding that the world was dark. Though I can't remember every instance we discussed I just know I almost cried when she wrote sentences about how sad she was. And as time progressed she confessed to me the tragedies that transpired. I saw the marks on her arms that came from knife as the she could have tried to take her own life but she didn't. This girl... was stronger than they were.
Eventually we didn't talk much. I still kept an eye on her. And to my surprise I managed to see the side of her that shined brighter. She was happier. She was that kindhearted lover. But when she said things were looking up for her was when she lost her mother. She lost someone who always cared for her. And my one regret in life is that I never really tried to be there for her. Scared that she would know that I could never understand. As this girl sank back into darkness feeling God had abandoned her. This girl... demanded answers that were never granted to her.
And we still don't talk much. She's still sad. She lives her life now with her dad. And in the times when she's crying because she feels the world thinks nothing of her, she talks to her mother. The girl that it seems like God despises. The girl who been given every right to take her own life still finds hope where no one else would. And because she could hold tight and thrive then I know so can I. This girl... she's why with broken ribs I go the distance and when I'm all but broken I talk to her in my mind as if she can listen. She's the reason I'd give my life to keep another person from taking their's. And she's been my saving grace for many years. So I'd like to return the favor and show her that someone cares.
A childhood friend of mine introduced me to a face I'll never forget. Because for the next few weeks she made my heart beat fast. Yeah, I liked her. Something about her made me curious. She had the kindest of all hearts but she had the greatest understanding that the world was dark. Though I can't remember every instance we discussed I just know I almost cried when she wrote sentences about how sad she was. And as time progressed she confessed to me the tragedies that transpired. I saw the marks on her arms that came from knife as the she could have tried to take her own life but she didn't. This girl... was stronger than they were.
Eventually we didn't talk much. I still kept an eye on her. And to my surprise I managed to see the side of her that shined brighter. She was happier. She was that kindhearted lover. But when she said things were looking up for her was when she lost her mother. She lost someone who always cared for her. And my one regret in life is that I never really tried to be there for her. Scared that she would know that I could never understand. As this girl sank back into darkness feeling God had abandoned her. This girl... demanded answers that were never granted to her.
And we still don't talk much. She's still sad. She lives her life now with her dad. And in the times when she's crying because she feels the world thinks nothing of her, she talks to her mother. The girl that it seems like God despises. The girl who been given every right to take her own life still finds hope where no one else would. And because she could hold tight and thrive then I know so can I. This girl... she's why with broken ribs I go the distance and when I'm all but broken I talk to her in my mind as if she can listen. She's the reason I'd give my life to keep another person from taking their's. And she's been my saving grace for many years. So I'd like to return the favor and show her that someone cares.