They tell me I’m pretty as their gaze crosses mine and that doesn’t make it fine . As I walk past , they let out a whistle like a endless missile .
I hear them comment for a moment I wouldn’t mind her in my bed . Don’t get ahead of yourself dear their nothing to fear .
I don’t want your attention anymore ! Go ahead call me a bore because I don’t want to be your whore .
My body is a prison an object they desire a mission they have to set me on fire and maybe I do need new wires cause I’m harming myself .
Each cut I carve , each meal I skip until I starve . Each night I weep as your actions repeat , yet I’m left alone to keep this shame because my body is to blame .
So go ahead judge me for my fashion choices I promise I won’t hold a grudge . It’s impossibly ugly this sweater , but I’ll wear it each week no matter the weather .
Maybe next time when I pass on by they’ll notice my taste and call me a waste and leave me alone so I can walk home.
Alone in a bubble so she doesn’t get herself into trouble . Away from all the cold lies that are told when people feel bold . Don’t you get it she can’t stay ! one day it’ll pop it something you can’t stop and then she be on her own to fight for her zone . You see comfort is found only because it’s familiar so to seek the unknown is were you’ll find fear and that never clear . My dear your potential lies near deep down in your heart you just have to start to look through the dark to find your spark . Don’t be afraid to start :)
In a heart shape box , a mother keeps here children teeth . Beneath lies a strand of hair but soon you’ll learn to beware because she does far more than care . There forced to live a life of rules for one day they be faced with a duel were they meet with fate I bet you can’t wait . There only children playing with a plastic knife but one day that game will reasult in the loss of a life . For these children were built on hate rather than love as they grew in a cult that worship the devil . They are subjected to some harsh games so they don’t bring shame when it there time to fight for what they deem as right .
Don’t you see ? you’re worth so much more than gold. I know sometimes it feels like we’re stuck in the cold so numb to the pain as we’re so used to getting blamed .
But those feeling are your own and no one can say your wrong for coping and it really hard to start hoping it’ll all be gone but soon you’ll be fine it just takes a whole lot of time .
Dont you dare even question what you’ve achieved ; for all the choices you’ve made , it wasn’t fair but you still showed the world you care .
Just know I’m proud of you for carrying on despite the hardship you’ve faced in this mad dash world where everything seem rushed like a race .
All the chaos you’ve dealt and still faced each day with a smile as you made each moment worthwhile .
Just remember you are strong and I know the road is long and seems all uphill as each emotion weigh you down as it drags along the ground .
Ask for help even if it’s quiet let out a yelp , the small steps matter and so do you !
So don’t let the fear hold you down let it go like a ballon watch it drift away all the way to the moon .
At the clock strike midnight , all this year will be gone . All those lonely nights will be done as you let out a big yawn .
Get set for a new adventure a fresh start as you set out and follow your heart .
Your dreams aren’t too far it seems you’ve just got to take the leap before the regret creeps .
Don’t keep those emotions in as life makes you weep let it go and finally be free so you can live a life full of glee .
I hope your night is filled with wishes and a whole heap of kisses as you settle down and place down your crown .
You’ve done your best so now it’s your time to rest .
Don’t let anyone who hasn’t walked in your shoes tell you how to tie your laces remember your destined travel to great places.
At least everyone say we shouldn’t race to be first place to not focus on our friends to not follow any trends .
They tell you to clean the mess you have created , but they have never stained the floors with there own blood .
Judged for every mistake and imperfection as they nudge my mind to the tomb , as you wait for it to consume my soul as you watch me fall .
You see society is filled with people that carry two faces , People who are willing to throw you into a grave to dim your light and stop you from being brave .
The scar upon my skin are proof of the battle I faught within my mind . I wish I could rewind to the day I etched the blade across my skin the way I signed the design .
The never ending plaster hopeing to fix the disaster , hiding the gaping wound to escape from the harm that I inflict upon myself , how the urges always win .
Don’t be alarmed ! I’m trying to be calm the way I trace around my palm taking a breath with every stroke , inhaling to ease the drumming of my chest to find a moment of rest .
Can’t you see I’m doing my best .
They always tell me to stay ; it ill be fun they say. But I know they’re lying deep down but all I can do is frown to wipe away another tear as I welcome a new year . What will that year hold ?we’ll soon the story will unfold , just settle in get ready for the cold .
I’m expecting the worst at this point ; I might as well be a curse . My mind has me wishing to be in a hearse to get rid of this sick existence .
All these tears you shed that you hide until you reach your bed all those thoughts that consume your head those ones that bring you dread .
i keep on trying , but the reality is I just want to die . I’m tired of everyone saying it’ll get better as my days turn wetter . Im flooded with fear day after day , as it leave me in dismay .
They say I’m depressed as they label me and send me on my way , a person too stressed to cope or atleast that what she says . They don’t care unless you take it too far all they want is one less problem for you to be gone for good .
But don’t you know they only want to help let me share what you said are you sure you want to be dead ?
Think about your future that will all be gone. You mean the one I haven’t even planned ? I can’t even stand to imagine my days being filled with more gloom cause let be honest , I’m destined for doom .
I made a mistake I don’t want to wake up I don’t think it normal to want to give up . I wish my life was a dream one that i could wake up from as I let out a scream .
The ability for change , isn’t just a thought that can be bought . Maybe you fought to be taught the lesson at hand the one that caused you to stand . A vision is essential a great descion a goal to create control to seek higher potential . A way to dream to redeem my self esteem to find a boost to leave the roost . But you gotta be the action ,To create a reaction . Be the change ; fight for a way to brave another day , find your reason to stay . Let your light glow and soon you’ll find your confidence grows . To find a way to escape for a freedom so vast , to find hope at last . Stand out from the crowd , be bold , be loud , make everyone proud . To no longer roam in the land of the unknown , But to pave your path to your thrown .
As everyone spreads there positivity to demolish your negativity but that bridge can never be burned or at least that’s what I learned .
I’m trying but I still feel like dying it like I’m stuck in a commotion a restless motion of uneasy pain that leaves you believing your insane .
My thoughts were carelessly dancing in my head to form a distraction to prevent a reaction of a tear to conceal every hint of fear so no one came near .
But no one hears the endless excuses as I try to convince myself I’m getting better yet the stain on my sweater tells a different story but maybe that one too gory .
Is it a crime to convince myself I’m fine ?
Am I the victim of my mind trying to prevail but I’m too broke to pay the bail to be realised from the jail of negativity .
