Star-Crossed-Fighter

Something’s holding me back. Holding me back from talking to you. My throat closes and my heart races. I can't fight it no matter how hard I try. I feel as if there’s a barrier between me and you like the opposites of a magnet, we just can't get too close. I can't make myself break the force to even say hello. I know that if I could swallow my fears of screwing up in front of you, everything could turn out just perfectly. But every time we glance at each other, I'm always the first to look away, blush, smile or even giggle, but I look back, and you're talking with your friends like it never happened. I know something’s the

A young girl sits in the corner, She sits, and I hear her sigh. She was at first so happy, But it was all a bitter lie. She feels so hollow and empty, And she really wants to die. So with her sleeves, covers her face, And quietly begins to cry. In her soul is hatred, So she sits there wiping her tears, She crys and crys and crys, She let's it all out after so many years. The lights become dim, Oh no! I know what's on her mind. I hope, I beg, I pray, That happiness she'll soon find. If not- she's going to commit suicide, She's tired of hiding in the dark, Afraid of her life, of what she's done, She's already made her mark.