Every new June

Forever kill the summer for me, 

Or every new June would bury me, 

I'd cage myself as much as I can, 

But my soul would always scream.... 

Somewhere between now and then, 

Lies the scariest tale, 

That my unbreakable fragile heart, 

Would never wanna expose.... 

I move but do I move forward? 

I talk but are those really my words? 

I laugh but can you find my real smile? 

I'm living but do I really want to? 

If the answer is "no" who's gonna gather my pieces? 

I'd rather drown in my own puddle of tears, 

Than letting them know me like the back of their hands, 

I'd daily bath in my bloody pond, 

And all you'd ever hear are my blue giggles.... 

-Angel