Like we're dying

Just a word, just a chill. Just the thrill of the chase. She faces the world with a blank slate. It is her canvases. Time to start painting.

A picture perfect pretty girl in her world. Alone is what she feels as those words roll. Watch her go. She puts on a show.

She lives like she's dying.

Trying to speak. Not a squeak. Peek into her life. No prizes to prove her strife. But enough to suffice. Before that night. Before that fight, before that game.

She lives life like shes dying.

Tears in her bed fears in her head. She screams for an end. Secrets and lies. She dies. She blames herself. Should have said no taught to say yes. Taught to keep the world going. Taught to shut up and keep everyone from knowing.

She lives but she is dying.

She is dead as another's head is forming. She counts the days she has until the truth is obvious. She thinks, and thinks and cries. She kissed her whole goal for life good bye.

She is ginger but, she is the basket case.

No longer is what's felt really felt. She's alone. On her own no else is beside her.

She lives life like she's dying.

Crying alone in her bed. The meds stop working and she starts hurting. Move up move down stay still. Will the power not to cry. She muffles the question again and again in a scuffle attempt to beat yesterdays record. Why. She cries to the somber sky. Why did it have to be her and four guys.

She is trying. But she is dying.

4 guys, 3 mistakes, 2 dates, 1 night.

4 guys, 3 mistakes, 2 jokes of fate, 1 missed period, 0 condom. 

Shell die is she hums another lullaby.

4 guys, 3 feelings of not right,  2 fights, 1 life ruined.

But that's just the hormones talking.