Excuse me while I cry myself to sleep at night.
Having dreams of happiness this I will never find.
Worlds come to life under a blanket of night.
A tragic reality I will never reach.
Excuse me while I apologize for living,
Because I don't feel as if I have a right
To breathe the same air as you.
Slow shaky breaths are all I get.
Excuse me while I turn everything I touch
To ruins.
Gifted with the wrong Midas touch.
Excuse me while I write these words
Knowing that I will be the only one to read them.
Beating my head against a wall for all the ways I
Said I was okay, when I wasn't.
Excuse me while I silently **** myself
Because I'm scared of going back to the
Hospital and speaking up. Not
Because of what people would say but,
Because I can't bear to see that
Look in your eyes again.
The look of wasted money.
Excuse me while I waste my life writing
Poems that will change nothing.
Powerful words that impact you
Only as far as to shake your head and say,
"That's true, something should be done."
Excuse me while I listen to your advice that should fix
Me but only shreds me open more.
Excuse me while I do nothing and everything
Wrong.
Excuse me while I **** you off
With my general existence because you
Can't see what's wrong with me.
Excuse me while I do the best that I can.
Excuse me while I let your words rule my life
And rip my self esteem to pieces.
Excuse me while I shatter my dreams
Of wearing a sleeveless dress with a razor.
Excuse me while I implode on my thoughts,
Shoving them down because of the simple
Fact that I don't want to bother you.
Excuse me?
No. *****.
Excuse yourself.

Dark but I can smile
Fists but I can wink
Mint but I can vile
Dry but I could drink

Tired but I can talk a-while
Drunk but I can think
Live but I can decompose
Quick but I could blink

But

She's pretty isn't she?
No, she's just pretty fun to make fun of.

That's all this world has come to.
If your not like me your wrong and weird and a monster.

But who's the real monster here,
The young innocent child whose only "crime" was to be themselves ,or the child that holds them self above everyone else?!?!

How could anyone stand for this , how could you not interfere?
Do you not understand that pain is NOT just physical, but emotional too?
Those mean , horrid words that were thrown like knives from your mouth , could ****.

DO NOT TAKE PART IN IT!
NOR SHOULD YOU TURN THE OTHER CHEEK, BECAUSE THAT MAKES YOU JUST AS GUILTY!

It's an hour after school.
The halls are empty.
The school sighs and shakes his head.
"I wish I could help more."
"Just not enough evidence."
The school says "please,
Come to us if you need help."
"I'm being bullied" the teens cry.
"You said ask for help"
"Here look, my wrists are bleeding."
"You don't hear what they say?"
"I know you do."
The school sighs and shakes his head.
"Just not enough evidence."
Next day.
Breaking news.
'Teenager kills herself due to bullying.'
"This is a tragedy."
"Please, I encourage you."
"Come to us if you need help."
A teenager comes to the school.
The school sighs and shakes his head.
"Just not enough evidence."

Are we destined to do this forever?
A cat and mouse game of
'Come to us.'
'Sorry not enough evidence.'
The scars up and down my arms,
The rising suicide attempts associated with bullying,
Isn't proof enough?
The attendance drops,
The friend loss.
Doesn't speak for itself?
Teens with tear stained eyes and
'Scratched by my cat' arms.
Making friends with counselors.
Because their office is a safe house.
Safe from the wars of popularity and
"I'm cool, you're not."
Who gets to decide when all of
This.
Actually get counted
As evidence.
I certainly hope it's not you.
Because if it is you.
You're killing us all.

I am not a graceful person
I am not a sunday morning or
A friday sunset. I am a tuesday
2 a.m. I am gunshots muffled by a
Few city blocks, I am a broken window
During February. My bones crack on
A nightly basis. I fall from elegance with
A dull thud, and I apologize for my
Awkward sadness. I sometimes believe
That I don't belong around people, that I
Belong to all the leaps days that didn't happen.
The way light and darkness mix under my skin
Has become a storm.
You don't see the lightning,
But you hear the
Echoes.

Depression doesn't care
What your responsibilities are,
It doesn't care
That you have exams to do.
Depression doesn't care
That today is your sixteenth birthday,
Or mother's day
Or Christmas.
Depression doesn't care
If your family is "well off"
That you have plenty of friends
It doesn't care if your parents are happily married.
Depression doesn't care
If you've never had a traumatic event
It doesn't care.
Because depression isn't made of circumstance
Not from broken families, abuse
Poor grades or ****** friends.
It comes from chemicals deep in your brain.
It takes whatever life it happens to have
And rips it to shreds.
It leaves you broken and empty.
It is not your fault
And there's no way to hide yourself
Behind happiness and a good life.
Depression will destroy it all.
Because it just
Doesn't
Care.