8.31.2003
::In Loving Memory of Rebecca "Boody" Martinez::
Denial. I didn't, couldn't, and wouldn't believe the words that filled my ears.
It couldn't be, it just couldn't be.
No, not you and not in that way.
You were gone and I found out too late.
You were ripped from this world.
All the memories from hanging out at school or soccer practice came to mind.
You always greeted me with a huge smile.
We could talk about anything and everything, it really didn't matter.
We acted goofy, made jokes, and it was always all good between us.
I didn't want to believe, but you were ripped from this world.
Your mom told me everything.
You were just trying to come home from your last night of fun before college.
Some guy came speeding out of a side street and slammed right into you.
In that split second, it was over before you even really had your chance to start.
You were ripped from this world.
Of course he lived and had his cheap thrill.
Your life was taken away because of a selfish act, 3 seconds of delusional glory.
There's no merit in your death, and he gets off on some bullshit punishment.
He said sorry for what he did, but he refused to give up his "lifestyle" and pride.
You were ripped from this world.
You were gone and buried by the time I even got word.
I didn't get to give you my last respects, all I have left are regrets.
I let myself get caught up in myself.
I acted too busy to even give you a quick call hello.
You were ripped from this world.
Your mom told me everything.
How she just wished that she could give you one last hug.
One last kiss goodbye and prayers so that you may travel safely.
Just to let you know that she loves you so much that her heart bleeds still.
You were ripped from this world.
I wish I would have just taken more time out of my life to find out about yours.
I wish that I didn't let us drift when we had started becoming close.
I wish that night could all be different.
I wish you came home, I truly wish you came home.
You were ripped from this world.
8.22.2003
::Untitled Work by Brenna::
Every word is spilling from my mouth
Every thought is streaming from my ears
Every truth is pouring from my skin
Everything is falling out of me
Now my blood is luke warm
And my skin is gray-green
You got what you wanted out of me
I pulled you from behind closed doors
Try leaving me alone now
You don't miss me, you're just bored
Everything you ever said to me
Every word slowly killing me
Every time I gave my hand to you
Every bone would break and bruise
Now my blood is luke warm
And my skin is gray-green
You got what you wanted out of me
I pulled you from behind closed doors
Try leaving me alone now
You don't miss me, you're just bored
I shut my mouth
I closed my eyes
Covered myself
You sucked me dry
I shut my mouth
I closed my eyes
Covered myself....
You got what you wanted out of me
I pulled you from behind closed doors
Try leaving me alone now
You don't miss me, you're just bored
8.12.2003
::The Blade::
As I stare down at the razor blade, wanting to stain it red once again, I stopped for just one second to think of you.
I remembered how we met and how we had tender moments. I remembered the fights and the day you decided to go.
How I wish you were beside me now, I would apologize for all my misgivings and bare my soul with you as my witness.
To be able to let you know how much I'm still in love with you, that you were positive, uplifting, most of all a good friend.
All I have left of you now is the regrets, wishes, prayers, memories, dreams, the realization that you're gone for good.
With you, I had strength to turn away from the blade to take life and it's pain head on, because you softened the blow.
That strength left me the day you said good-bye. Now I'm back to being the weak minded, souless, shell of a person.
Scarred on the inside and out. Regressing into the person I thought I grew out of, I'll sit and I pick up an old "friend".
It could never hurt me as much as you have...
8.10.2003
::Mind Games::
Laugh and smile to hide the pain, don't let them know you cry yourself to sleep.
Make jokes and talk about nonsense, pretend that you don't sob and weep.
Once you've cried yourself to sleep, pray that your dreams will be more pleasant.
Try hard to be happy, try hard to keep laughing, I know these feelings are incessant.
Don't show the world you are a mess, they won't understand your reality.
All these frustrations and dissappointments have drove you to the brink of insanity.
You have a problem, but convince yourself that you can deal with it on your own.
Help? Thanks, I don't need it. I'm an adult, I'm mature, can't you see I'm fully grown?
Tonight, I will make everything all right again. I won't have to feel ashamed.
This is night to end it all. I'll lock my door, put on music, then put an end to this cruel game.
