The people that sit in the back of the room,
that don't want to be known.
The people that wear long sleeves,
that don't want she scars the be shown.
The people that sit alone at lunch,
that looks down and mess with their phone.
The people that get lost in their thoughts,
that sit there and groan.
The people that want to be skinny,
that want to nothing but skin and bones.
The people that worry about their body,
that want to be that 'perfect tone'.
The people that cry and want to die,
that no one can put them in their happy zone.
~sf/jd
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
Put down that razor,
it'll be alright.
You don't have to do this,
you can put up a fight.
You aren't alone,
look towards the light.
Put that razor away,
completely out of sight.
Go to the mirror,
look at your fright.
Wipe it away;
it's okay tonight.
~sf/jd
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
You used to be my reason,
to get up every morning.
You are gone now, you aren't around,
you left me without a warning.
You are now my reason,
to go asleep every night.
Nightmares and scars,
disappointment when I wake,
your words hurt when we fight.
I go asleep, hoping to never wake up,
You are the reason for that.
I can't smile, I hope this doesn't last a while,
your lies you told me were fat.
~sf/jd
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC