fightinirish217
03/11/09, 05:49 PM
Show Her Love
She trembles in her bedroom so tired and worn,
Contemplating life and why she had ever been born.
Reaches hesitantly towards her top dresser drawer,
Her black tears will not be the only thing that will pour.
Opens up the case, the thin blade reflects in her eyes,
No longer will she have to hide behind a fake disguise.
Hoping this will be quick and easy and free from pain,
After it's done she'll never again see the sun or the rain.
Across her wrist, the edge opens up her blood red veins,
That brand new white dress is now covered in stains.
Second by second she loses more and more life,
Her future husband will never know his future wife.
Hands shake uncontrollably as she cuts deeper,
Over her shoulder, waiting, stands the grim reaper.
Another innocent victim to add to his collection,
I wish I could break down the door and prove her perfection.
Her watery eyes are the most beautiful I have seen,
Her soft smile and rosy cheeks make her look like a queen.
That is how I will treat her, like royalty tonight,
Protection is my job, human life is her God-given right.
Rip off my sleeve to wrap around her bloody wrist,
She knows she has been saved and does not resist.
Breaking down in self-disgust, unable to lift her head,
I just thank heaven, knowing she will not lie there dead.
I will show her love, and here I will always be,
Giving her counsel and care, setting her free.
The scars will heal one day, but for now they remind,
Of the time when she almost let herself unwind.
Those marks will give her the strength to move on,
Those violent impulses she will no longer act upon.
From now on her life will be filled with bountiful love,
From my heart down here, and His sacred heart up above.
Those blue eyes shine clearer than ever right now,
We sit face to face and establish an eternal vow.
I will stand by her forever, she will stand strong,
The world will embrace her and she will always belong.
She trembles in her bedroom so tired and worn,
Contemplating life and why she had ever been born.
Reaches hesitantly towards her top dresser drawer,
Her black tears will not be the only thing that will pour.
Opens up the case, the thin blade reflects in her eyes,
No longer will she have to hide behind a fake disguise.
Hoping this will be quick and easy and free from pain,
After it's done she'll never again see the sun or the rain.
Across her wrist, the edge opens up her blood red veins,
That brand new white dress is now covered in stains.
Second by second she loses more and more life,
Her future husband will never know his future wife.
Hands shake uncontrollably as she cuts deeper,
Over her shoulder, waiting, stands the grim reaper.
Another innocent victim to add to his collection,
I wish I could break down the door and prove her perfection.
Her watery eyes are the most beautiful I have seen,
Her soft smile and rosy cheeks make her look like a queen.
That is how I will treat her, like royalty tonight,
Protection is my job, human life is her God-given right.
Rip off my sleeve to wrap around her bloody wrist,
She knows she has been saved and does not resist.
Breaking down in self-disgust, unable to lift her head,
I just thank heaven, knowing she will not lie there dead.
I will show her love, and here I will always be,
Giving her counsel and care, setting her free.
The scars will heal one day, but for now they remind,
Of the time when she almost let herself unwind.
Those marks will give her the strength to move on,
Those violent impulses she will no longer act upon.
From now on her life will be filled with bountiful love,
From my heart down here, and His sacred heart up above.
Those blue eyes shine clearer than ever right now,
We sit face to face and establish an eternal vow.
I will stand by her forever, she will stand strong,
The world will embrace her and she will always belong.