There are times in your life where you want to let go of what's important to you, and you want to make the ultimate sacrifice. There are times you want to die. But you chicken out of it. At the last second, you don't swallow those pills, you don't take the knife to you throat, you don't pull the trigger. You hesitate.But she didn't.
She took her knife, and she left.
But I don't know why she thought I could live without her. Without her, I am nothing.
"There is no cure now, as there was no cure then. A life stopped, a million eyes now weep." - Lira Fisher
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
Monday, 6 February 2012
If Only You Would Listen
Lira's parents were considerate people, but they were so caught up in their perfect world that they didn't know Lira was being bullied. When they saw the cuts on her face that were made by her own hand, she was locked in her room as punishment.
But this was the wrong thing to do.
She made cuts on her leg until there was barely any blood left in her. An hour later, they found her knocked out in her room. Rushing her to hospital, they revived her, thankfully, and she lived for another three years...
...But it wasn't enough. She was still being bullied, and now even more so than before because of the scars on her face, legs, and wrists. So she went home and did it all again. But this time, they couldn't revive her. There was nothing the doctors could do for her. She was dead.
And that's how the story really ended.
But this was the wrong thing to do.
She made cuts on her leg until there was barely any blood left in her. An hour later, they found her knocked out in her room. Rushing her to hospital, they revived her, thankfully, and she lived for another three years...
...But it wasn't enough. She was still being bullied, and now even more so than before because of the scars on her face, legs, and wrists. So she went home and did it all again. But this time, they couldn't revive her. There was nothing the doctors could do for her. She was dead.
And that's how the story really ended.
Sunday, 5 February 2012
There's Always Another Way
I wrote this song, and I dedicate it to Lira.
Who smiles that way?
Who flips their hair and turns away?
Who died today?
You're my answer, you're the one
Who needs the rain?
Who cries until she cuts a vein?
Who laughs through the pain?
You're my answer, you're the one
Time grabs you by the wrist, you're still
You life, it ended at your own will
I've always dreamed of things I needed to say
And there's always another way
I've always blamed myself for this
You always explained it as being bliss
But how could something like that be real?
What is the appeal?
Who smiles that way?
Who flips their hair and turns away?
Who died today?
You're my answer, you're the one
Who needs the rain?
Who cries until she cuts a vein?
Who laughs through the pain?
You're my answer, you're the one
Time grabs you by the wrist, you're still
You life, it ended at your own will
I've always dreamed of things I needed to say
And there's always another way
I've always blamed myself for this
You always explained it as being bliss
But how could something like that be real?
What is the appeal?
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