A young (insane) girl brokenness simmering beneath the surface. Hidden jade eyes drowning in sorrow and invisible emerald writing creeping up her wrists. She's the same girl sobbing herself to sleep every night, shivering beneath steel-wrapped silk sheets and hiding behind Harlequin curtains.
She's the girl sinkingswimmingdrowning in the myriad of thoughts that is her mind. She's the same girl you pass on the street smiling that beautiful (brilliant) smile everybody whishes too see. What people don't see is that her smile is a desperate (toe curling) scream for help. But in reality it's more like a quiet whining, a scream that doesn't really want to be heard.
She never really believed in heaven and even if she did she probably couldn't see it anyway, heaven isn't green.
And she can only see greengreengreen.
She thinks that when she dies she'd want her ashes scattered to the wind. Flying instead of drowning.
She's the one girl they couldn't save, for they're tossing out red lifelines and she can only see green. She's sinking, water pulling her further and further down. And everybody else is standing on the sidelines screaming… Learn how to swim! But they don't understand she's always been afraid of the water.
She is the one girl they couldn't save.
She is green.