They told me to write an essay on how I see the world... as if my opinion actually matters.

They told me to write an essay on my life... as if they would ever know my pain.

They told me to write.

That's it.

They told me to let it flow... as if expressing could ever heal.

They told me to let it go... as if my past was one I could chose to forget.

Like the time... yea.
Like this time.

He told me he loved me... like the alcohol in his dreams.

He told me to pay attention... as if my mind could ever focus.

He told me to clean my room... as if my memory could erase the hurt he caused.

He told me to shut up as I cried in pain after my mother was beaten.

He told me to let it go as if my witness of **** was never even there.

That's it.

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She told me she would help me... but where is she now?

My mother is gone.
My mother is...

My father will never believe.
My father will never be.
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They told me to write an essay of how I see the world.

They told me not to let my past interfere and to never let my emotions get the best of me.

How should I do that?
I don't remember.
Am I supposed to?

He told me to clean my room... as if my memory could erase the hurt he caused.

They told me...

Music is the savior I choose to praise
It has helped me understand others feelings
Instead of the feeling of being trapped in a maze.

It’s told as the words spoken by those who don’t know their voice
Once you release your anger, you’re at rejoice.
It’s just something you must have patience for. To sit down and write.
It’s your choice. . .
You can either choose to write down your thoughts and feelings
To save lives
Or make money and have others die.

If music wasn’t here
I wouldn’t be either.
You need to actually listen to them from your ears.

Think of what the artists are trying to speak
Is it through poetry, or just through honesty?
Don’t call them a freak
When you don’t even listen to what they have to say.

Maybe they have something good to say,
Or just trying to help a child get through the hellish day.

Music is the savior I choose to praise
It has helped me understand others feelings
Instead of feeling like I’m trapped in an endless maze.

I overheard a conversation between two friends at school today.
One was saying how she was too fat for her own liking.
The other said she secretly takes her mother's pills and puts them in her drinks to lose weight.

Look.
Taking pills isn’t a good way to lose weight.
Especially if you’re stealing them from your parents.
That’s just completely idiotic.

It’s also idiotic that the first girl said she was “too fat”.
People today, especially women, think they have to be top notch for a person to like them.
I know you’ll hate to hear this but, you don’t!
You don’t want to be like the models who purposely make themselves sick.
You don’t want to be a person who always lets themselves down.
You don’t want to be that person who rarely eats then have a chance at death…
Just because you’re “too fat”.

It’s ridiculous that people have to be just the right size to have somebody love them.
Or because others can’t see your ribs means you’re not skinny enough.

Be happy with who you are.
Why should you let somebody ruin your life with lies?
The lies that tell you, “Oh! You’re too fat.”
Or my favorite, “You should go get sick to make yourself skinnier. It’ll help.”
Please don’t be that person that let’s lies ruin you.

I’m telling you what I think.
I’m letting you know my opinion.
I want every single girl, women, man, boy, or child in general to tell themselves -- right now…

“I’m beautiful even if others think I’m fat.”
“I will never take diet pills to lose weight just to impress people.”
“I will never encourage others to get sick to lose weight.”
“I will never, ever forget to tell myself that I’m beautiful just how my body is…”

Why do I do the things I choose?
I try to make things better,
But all I do leaves one more bruise.

Why do I keep these words inside?
All they do is want to hide
I should leave this world
We all know where’d I go
I told you to not grieve
I should have told you sooner
But now…
It’ll be all over.

I shall only be gone for a second
Then you’ll feel me with you
looking down at our old world’s view.

It’s time for me to go now.
I hope this world changes soon...

There was a girl named Jamie.
She was the one to sit in the back of the class
She even had a crush on a girl named Amy.
She never had the courage to tell her her feelings.
Never even got to show her love
Just because of her depression.
She thought about killing herself, but then she thinks of Amy
As simply she whispers to herself,
“It’ll be okay.”


She wanted to do something before the world ends
So, she finally had the guts to tell her, “I Love You.”
She went to see her one last time to tell her those few words, right before she flew away.
She went to call her that very day.
But, worry struck her after 8 unanswered voicemails
She went to her home only to find out
Amy committed suicide with a note in her hand
Reading, “I didn’t want you to find out.”


She was suffering through the loss of the girl that could have been
The girl that could have saved her life
By just admitting to herself, “She could of been my wife.”



Amy had a secret crush
But, she never told her friends that every time she was around,
She’d just blush.
So, nobody ever found out that Amy liked Jamie.
But, she never had the time with her work and chores at home to even express. . .
To even express her feelings toward Jamie.

One day, Jamie stopped her in the hall, and tried to talk to her.
But, you see?
Even though Amy was equally liked
She was too scared to tell her the news of a soon death
She walks away to the restroom as she sits there screaming out to herself:



“I only have 2 weeks to live.
The cancer has almost spread to my brain.
Do you see what has happened?
I can’t control myself again.
I might as well die now.”

She then whispers to herself,
“It’ll be okay. One day.”

if everyone answered
honestly
when they were asked
how are you
I wonder
how many lives would be saved

how many friendships made

as for me,
I'm depressed
exhausted
anxious
crashing
but still smiling

and one of a million

though
considering
I'm asked this question
at least two hundred times
during work
maybe it's better
we aren't honest
rhetorical question
generic response
maybe it's better
we hide

She's in the hospital for suicide watch because we couldn't help her.
We keep telling ourselves she'll be okay and not to worry about her.
Is she okay?
                No
Yes she is.

I've seen what the urge can do to someone.
I've seen bow bad it can be to their minds.
Is she okay?
                She'll die
Yes she is.

I know how bad it can hit you.
You feel like everything is falling apart because of you.
Even when it's not.

Your parents take some fault.
Just because you're their child doesn't mean they care.
Especially when they blatantly show it.

                Thinking you should go die.
                Thinking you're worthless.
                Thinking you want the attention

Are you okay?
                She's going to--
No...
Ye- Yes you are.

We're worried for you
We're worried you won't make it through society.
You continued to lie to us so we wouldn't worry.
We're always going to worry about you.
No matter if you don't want us to.

You'll be okay
                I won't

You'll b- be okay.
                I won't

You will be okay.
                I will not.

You can't leave.
You will not leave us.

Please be honest and tell us how you feel.
Don't make us feel worthless because we never helped because you said you "were fine".