Pull the Plug.

it's like an impulse. you don't know what to do and then it all rises to the top. with one prick it pops; fragments of broken dreams sparatic across the window pane. taking life in vain this is a cry for help. fading agaist the paper i have no choice but to watch as you strategically suck her in; you raped her. so little force but she still said no. she still went there so you say she should have known. breaking apart she's coming undone; bottling the rage she starts to run anticipating the explosion. and she knows it would be too much to handle right now. sometimes she doesn't grasp exactly what you meant, but it still leaves a dent. you never give her time to vent. now you're just another one she's come to resent. so what if? well maybe she is a little crazy. in this cloud of smoke life's bound to be a little hazy. don't blame her it's only her fault in part; you know you helped create her solid black heart. it beats. repeats those words you said. pull the plug; drain her head before she snaps. she should be dead and it shouldn't be this hard. it's the end of the world and she's just a girl; with big dreams and thoughts but you don't care. you won't stare. you don't get caught. not like she has. love michelle.