A ***** a **** you carve into her head,
as she carves into her arms as she is led,
too believe that she's not good enough,
you knock her down so you feel tough,
whilst she's refusing to eat her food,
because she can't stand the sight of herself ****
believing the lies , the misconceptions,
pushing away the few exceptions,
of those who're trying to help her out,
but all she does is shout and shout,
she believes she'll hurt them, not worth their time,
she feels guilty as if her whole life is a crime.
and the blade gets deeper, "diets" carries on,
until it's clear its been too long.
That final day she cuts too deep
and falls into her forever sleep.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
There was once a boy I sat with in science,
He couldn’t tell the difference between a Bunsen burner and a kitchen appliance.
I didn’t like him and he didn’t like me,
This forced upon seating arrangement made neither of us happy.
I found him arrogant, a pain in the ***
He had no motivation and didn’t care for a pass.
Yet others still saw him as something of a god,
I still couldn’t stand this full of himself sod.
He questioned me why? I gave zero *****
And I told him, you’re rude and clearly lack wits.
He seemed so surprised, not knowing what to do,
He simply replied "I’ll work on you"
And too my amazement he started to try,
I couldn’t understand for the life of me why?
He asked me questions about my life and my day,
Seeming genuinely interested for what I had to say,
And we started to work more together in class,
Maybe he’s not such a pain in the ***
My respect began to grow for him,
As what I see now is far more genuine.
Then one day he sat down and said,
Looking down at the table his cheeks turning red,
"I had to work really hard for you,
You weren’t another beggar lined up in a queue,
But I’m glad you made me work for this friendship,
With all of your sassy comments and giving me lip,
Because I feel like now you like me for me,
Not the pretty boy most people see."
I replied with something I never thought I would say,
I’m so glad I was made to sit with to you that day.
-NCx
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
I'm a champagne bottle
Brimming with an explosion
That bursts forth;
Three AM, no warning.
Shrapnel.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC