What would you of seen if you saw my picture...

You'd gush and say she was beautiful,

but only after death hit's me.

You don't know my story,

the years I stuggled with a blade,

the tears I shed from unearthed friends,

my wants..

desires...

I'm just a face to fall out of your mind,

a way to calm your guilts as you speak of our friendship,

the way that we'd laughed when I'd never heard your name.

So where were you when I was falling off my feet,

when I needed someone to hold on to...

but I guess I should thank you..

you're one of the reasons I ended up stronger,

in these chains that always held me down.

You're one of the reasons I broke up,

tried to help...made something of myself.

Now I'll never just be that picture...

and they'll never just be your tears.