Find Me

Find me in the crowd of regret. Find me in the cloud of broken promises and failed dreams. That's where you'll find me.  You'll find me sitting alone, waiting for you to take the empty seat beside me. You'll find me walking the streets in the rain, praying for something good to come of the cold and flood of rain. You'll find me, on the roof, ready to take the jump. You will find me laying on my bedroom floor waiting for the pills to kick in. That's where you'll find me. You won't find me laughing with the other girls, or cheering on the cheer squad, you won't find me giggling with the football players. No, you'll find me sitting in the stairway alone at lunch, listening to depressing music and drawing eyes. Eyes that can see into your very soul. Eyes that make you think. After all, real eyes realize real lies. And your eyes, my darling, your eyes are as fake as they come. You only see what you want to see never what is truly in front of you no matter how obvious and life changing it is, your eyes can't see anything real. Your eyes are simply that. Eyes. They are color blind to what is actually going on in life. And you won't find me with those eyes. You won't save me. Your eyes will change when I'm gone. And maybe then you will realize the lies of the world.