LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la
I am.I am.I am the person who lives.I am the person who loves.I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier.I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own.I am the invisible who linger in the hallways.I am the person who bullies to feel better.I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail.I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't.I am the person who is bullied for being different.I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death.I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of a curse thena blessing.I am the man who took steroids to be stronger and now am discarded by society.I am the child who was forgotten.I am the broken.I am the hero.I am the villain.I am the takers.I am the givers.I am the deserving.I am the bullied.I am the pressured.I am the suffering.I am the surviving.I am the wishers.I am the dreamers.I am
Afraid of Being UglyYou hide your face from othersBehind a curtain of hair.You're afraid they'll call you ugly,That they'll stare and laugh.But there's nothing wrong with you,Nothing at all.
Things you never forget.You never forget:Your first day of school.Your first boyfriend.Your first kiss.Your first date.Your first time.Your wedding day.Your childhood.The day you graduated.The day your child was born.The day you did something amazing.The day you get hired.The day you get fired.The day you got recognized.The day your dog died.The day you cried at a sappy movie.The day you did something stupid.The day you had fun.The day you didn't care.The day you wanted to die.The days you were happy.All these things happen.Things that you will never forget.You might not remember all the details or the dateBut you remember what's important.These things that you never forgetAlways have the biggest impact on who you are.
There's a Girl...There's a girl I know....and I'm afraid for her.She doesn't know who she is,She's trying to figure it out.She wants to be right, but only seems to do wrong.She looks ahead, but can't forget the past.She's scarred and wounded, and it's never healed.She has no best friend, she feels alone in this world.She's afraid to be herself.She wants to let it all out, but always holds it in.She is happy on the outside, but inside sobbing.She doesn't know who her friends are.She wants to start over.She wants to forget.She wants to know who she is.But in the end, she's to scared to try.Her secret? No one knows.No one cares to ask.No one cares to help.No one feels.She is alone.The people around her say that she is strong,But she's scared.They say that she's beautiful,But she has an ugly secret.They say she's open,But she's afraid to let people see her true self.I'm the only person she has.But the sad thing is, she's not even real.SHE doesn't exist.I do.
You hated meYou laughed when I fellYou watched me kill myselfYou hated me silentlyYou loved me secretlyI slapped you when you laughedI cried when you watched me dieI knew you were disgusted of meI loved you loudlyWhen you criedI criedWhen you liedI liedWhen you diedI said horrible things to your motherYou pretended to love meSo I pretended to love youTonight when I sleepYou will come to me in my dreamsYou will say you love meBut the truth is you have always hated me
UglyShe painted on her makeupTo mask away her imperfectionsShe let her hair grow outTo cover up her true complexionsShe decided to stop eatingTo get her perfect bodyBut she was still unsatisfiedWith the way she was lookingThat's when the scars appearedAs if they would ease the painThey coated her arms like sleevesBut it didn't change a thingShe was still a sad little girlWho felt her world was endingShe hated herself so muchShe was her own worst enemyShe had completely given up on turningInto something that wasn't meant to beAll this trouble she went throughWas because he decided to call her ugly
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,Will you be my friend?Because I seem to just be a trend,That the world has put to bed.Dear Sorrow,Will you make me smile?Because Happiness has run a mile,Just like everything else I need.Dear Pessimism,Will you help me hope?Because Optimism is a slippery slope,When you've seen the world.Dear Apathy,Will you make me care?Because I hate Interest's flare,In a place too dull for life.Dear Agony,Will you make me content?Because you're the one that'll prevent,That which I long for.Dear Death,Will you make me feel alive?Because I don't even want to survive,In a world that cares too much.Dear Hell,Will you make me a saint?Because I don't deserve a heavenly taint,Due to the sinner that I have become.Dear Friends,Will you make me your sob-story?Because you want all of the pride and glory,Of surviving where your buddy fell.
Is It Wrong?Is it wrongThat I glance up at the clouds,Feeling the wind through my hair,And dream of a mystifying landWhere one can be accepted no matter what?Is it wrongThat I choose to wear jeans down past my heels,Baggy and ripped at the knees,Unlike all the other boys that wear athleticShorts, so unscathed and clean?Is it wrongThat I ask people about their troubles,Sometimes doing all in my mortal powerTo help them surpass the simple,Even ones I have not defeated myself?Is it wrongThat while the few friends I haveDance around giddily and go toThe most extreme only to impress,But I only hang back in silent content?Is it wrongThat I do not laugh when others are hurt,On their knees in blood stained mud,And I am there with hand outstretched,Seeming to always be there in time of need?Is it wrongThat I do not clap, nor do I supportOnes I do not find worthy of it,Ones who I find in my perspective to beQuite cruel and bitterly heartless?Is it wrongThat I choose to sit in