We hit the pause button
Hopin' life would stop
Maybe there's a way
To Heaven
Shorter than this life-time.
I know there are setbacks
I know we are doomed inside
But maybe there's somethin'
That will help us
In our short ride.

14\10

She recited poetry like she was reciting her own heart.
You could hear her happiness
You could hear her anger
You could hear her pain.
She recited poetry like she was telling a story.
Every line said something
Every line expressed a feeling
Every ling gave out a memory.
She recited poetry like she was freeing her soul.
Every breath let out an apology
Every breath pushed out a scream
Every breath released some goodbyes.
She recited poetry like she knew how poetry should be recited.
A lot saw her.
A few heard her.
But no one listened to a word she said,
Yet - a lot sobbed  
And a few cried.

Shreds of laughter escape her mouth
Every second that passes by her;
Carefully, she traces the prints -
Everything leaves a print,
Everyone leaves a print.
It passes by her:
A slow-motion scene.
She thinks, "Why?"
She screams, "Why?"
Echo the walls, "Y - y, y!"
Shreds of tears escape her eye
Every thought that passes through her heart:
That breaks her pieces -
That tears her apart.
Everything leaves a memory,
Everyone leaves a memory.
Silently, she stares:
Herheartebeatsfast
a n d s u d d e n l y s l o w s d o w n.
"Why?"
She wondered.
"Y"
The walls echoed.
Y -
Y!
y?

U.