_A_ _fat_ _little_ _girl_
....
A small little child with curly brown hair
Chubby, pink cheeks with skin so fair
Eats, enjoys, indulges and more
Everyone says "she's full for sure"
_A_ _fat_ _little_ _girl_
....
A sweet little girl, with long pigtails
Sees all the girls, and wonders why she fails
They all have friends, but why doesn't she
How come they're all so happy
_A_ _fat_ _little_ _girl_
....
A shy little girl, afraid to face her school
Everyone laughs, she's fat and 'uncool'
Sitting alone each and every day
Wondering why they treat her this way
_A_ _fat_ _little_ _girl_
....
A mature little girl, much for her age
Looks at the number on the scale enraged
Hating herself and what she's become
Wishing to see all her bones such as some
_A_ _fat_ _little_ _girl_
....
A fat little girl, no food on her plate
Determined as hell to lose all this weight
Her friends and her family, see her each day
More and more frail, withering away
_A_ _sick_ _little_ _girl_
....
A skeleton of a girl, who once was happy and bright
Her eyes now dark and hollowed at night
Clinging to life with her small, bony hands
Regretting all childhood reprimands
_A_ _dead_ _little_ _girl_
....
A dead little girl, now merely a corpse
Leaving everyone behind feeling remorse
A closed casket service, nothing left to show
Wants to be be remembered as we all know
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
I'm tired of playing this game back and forth
I'm tired of fading away
I don't wanna be in a hateful place, but something is making me stay
I'm tired of cutting and starving and dying
I yearn for a glimpse of light
Really I'm just fed up with trying
Lost in the blackness of night
I want to recover I don't want to hide
And show people what's me
And let them know that healing can be a reality
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 6:22 AM UTC
What is life?
Is it a time or a place?
A new opportunity, perhaps just a race?
A world of experience, whether good or bad
A marvelous adventure of fun to be had?
Is it maybe an object, and item or two?
Is it a belief, a value of few?
Perhaps it's a person, or maybe career?
Isn't there more than that to hear?
But I think life's pointless, each day the same
Shooting blindly with nothing to aim
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
i know of a place where I can't be harmed
a beautiful place, wrapped up in your arms
your heart is my peace, it's ache is my sorrow
hearing it beat is the promise of tomorrow
you're eyes are my window, to see all that's great
you've opened my soul to appreciate
your body, my armor, your touch, my shield
both strong weapons that only i wield
your voice is my song and your face is my light
while your soft hands hold me, safe from the night
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 10:36 PM UTC
Take out your knife
Carve out your sins
Never forget where your story begins
Lay down your head
Listen to me
This is not how it's supposed to be
Lay down, pick up the knife
And think of your life
Give up slowly
Get that cigarette
It's not over yet
When you're addicted, addicted, addicted
To dying
Shut off the world
Farewell little girl
Now put down your head
We're better off dead
Fighting with life
No end in sight
Wish you were dead
Cut ****** and red
Lay down, pick up the knife
Think of your life
And give up slowly
Take that cigarette
It's not over yet
When we're addicted, addicted, addicted
To dying
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 8:53 AM UTC
Hiding from fear, ignoring the pain
None of yourself is there left to regain
Falling slowly, slipping away
Waiting for sleep that calls demons to play
Wishing for death to come fly you elsewhere
Smiling again with this last breath of fresh air
Pop open the bottle, one handful; not enough
Swallowing 50, I promise, is tough
Heart is now racing, I think I'm flying!
But unaware that I'm actually dying
Closing my eyes, then awaking once more
Seeing the white coats open the door
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
See no fading scars, remember no pain
Let out your feelings as free as the rain
Remember those loved, respect those lost Lives came to an end at too great of a cost
Think of the child, with curled locks of hair
Her innocent face with complexion so fair
Look at her smile, look at her dance
What would she do if given the chance
Forgive her of wrongs, relieve her of doubt
Tell her there's a much better way out
Imagine her smiling and dancing again
Happy little family, hand in hand
So now my children, listen to me
All can accomplish recovery
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
The day it all happened
I remember it so well
And this is a story, I almost can't bear to tell
The sun shone through my windows
The birds filled the sky with song
It was the kind of day
Where nothing could go wrong
I kissed all of my babies
I headed out the door
Told my husband I love him
He said I love you more
I was driving down the highway
When I saw a flashing light
I looked up and saw billows of smoke, darker than the night
I froze and glanced around in panic
Then I heard the screams
A thousand daggers in my chest, praying they were bad dreams
But these were no dreams
This was a nightmare
Crimson flames danced everywhere
Then I caught it
In my eye
More planes were plummeting by
The rest was such a blur
All the months after were too obscure
But no one has ever been the same way
As moments before that fateful day...
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
I'm sorry I couldn't save you
I'm sorry I wasn't there
I had to watch you struggle, but how would I show my care
I thought you had gotten better
I saw you start to fade
But in denial, pushed it aside and for you I tried to persuade
I knew things would improve, you didn't see the light
So that fateful time a year ago, you disappeared into the night
From that day on I promised, to remember why I live
Not always for myself, but so there's something for me to give
People will sometimes love, but as humans we also hate
Will you continue to fight? You're the one to choose your fate.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
The things I would do for a knife in my palms, slicing and slitting away
Hoping for blood and hitting the vein that keeps all the demons at bay
How I miss the feeling of thoughts never to be found
Heart in my head, pounding away, the beautiful, thundering sound
Ages its been since I felt the sting followed by a pause
Like a thousand daggers ripping away the hurt that you have caused
A smile slithers over, seeing the crimson stained upon soft skin
In the end, you understand that you can't ever win
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC