Pinky Promise

What happens when suicide is only a pinky promise away?

When thoughts are astray?

What happens when you aren’t okay?

And when the lines of life are frayed?

 

Is it something you live with?

Is beauty all a façade, or a myth?

Or is it something for which you would die?

And something you would try to justify?

 

What would happen if you thought of it every day,

But you had to promise that you would stay,

Forcing a smile and bursts of joy,

Playing with your heart as if it’s a toy

 

What is the meaning to life?

Is it simply to live, and then die?

She needs to be looked in the eyes

And have someone know that she’s not fine

What happens when those around are leery,

And she has to prove how she is no longer cheery

And that joy is long gone

And that from life she is detached and she has withdrawn

 

Where did the love go?

What about love that wasn’t all for show?

When people had so much to live for

We long to have it restored

 

What happens when the girl has nothing?

And to the thought of death she clings

When she prays to die in her sleep

Laying there, in a crying and pathetic heap

 

And moments are hours, hours months, and months, years,

Or at least that’s how it appears

The hearts and minds of children wrecked

And nothing but broken pieces to try and protect

 

What happens when suicide is only a pinky promise away?

When thoughts are astray?

What happens when you aren’t okay?

And when the lines of life are frayed?