(My Heart Beats) For YouA Poem by Not here
They swallow Darkness with every pill.
When the Sun sets, they fight the will to grab a knife and find the Thrill that comes and goes with every Kill. And every drop of Blood they spill is another drop-off down the Hill. Because every Cut refills until they stop and pop a Sleeping pill. What they don't realize, as they sit alone, is every knife stabs into skin, their own. They wear their Hoods up on their Heads so proud and tall, pants sagged Low to the ground as they lean against a Wall. And the People passing by, they just Stare at them all as against the Wall they lean and they shout a Mean call. Behind them on the Bricks are Words that they daily scrawl. Big, colorful Letters; they're the Artists that never fall. Read in between the Lines and you'll see Pain not so small because the Load they carry is greater than any of Us haul. What they don't see there, leaning against the bricks, is that pain and grief can't be hidden by wordplay or tricks. And She's just a young girl, never been into bad Things. She certainly doesn't deserve the Pain her Life brings. She expresses it through Music, 'cause she learned to play the Strings. So she keeps a joyful Spirit while they walk around like Kings. Even though she's Falling apart, she's floating high on her Wings. Walking around with a Guitar, her beautiful Voice sings: It's really okay to have feelings, even if they make you cry. The first step on the road to healing is decide you don't wanna die. And though you'll never understand me, I promise that it's true. You've fallen down; I'll lend you a hand. See, my heart beats for you.
© 2015 Not hereAuthor's Note
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