Sometimes I feel an overwhelming amount of hatred,
Sometimes I hate myself,
Sometimes I hate the people around me,
Sometimes I wake up and I wish I slept forever,
Sometimes I lose the urge to live,
Sometimes I merely exist,
Sometimes I feel sad,
Sometimes I feel angry,
But I hate it when I’m sad,
Sometimes I think bad thoughts,
Sometimes I feel sad,
But maybe it is okay,
Sometimes I don’t feel okay,
Maybe it is okay to not be okay,
Sometimes I want to cry,
Sometimes I want to disappear,
Sometimes I feel awful,
But maybe it is okay to be sad,
Maybe we all feel sad,
And just maybe it is okay.

Love.
The bittersweet thing that we all seem to crave,
The thing people swear they'd die for.
But is it worth it, for a feeling we do not understand?
The violent force that causes destruction and pain—
But yet it is so sweet, so gentle,
The force that doomed Romeo and Juliet to their death,
That made Mark Antony abandon his empire,
Chaotic, but sweet.
Do all deserve to be loved,
And can all be loved?

Beauty.
A word that holds strong meaning in the world of today,
but have you once thought, what is the true definition of the word?
has it occurred to you that beauty is only what we see in shows and magazines,
have you never thought to yourself what is beautiful and what is not,
and why do we give anyone the right to determine and define what beauty is,
why is the plump girl ugly and the slender one beautiful,
have you never thought that it is unfair,
we are all made in different ways,
some short some tall.
but why does the color of her eyes make her ugly?
why does his spots make him ugly?
And what exactly is 'ugly'?
what is beauty?
does beauty have to be the face and body alone,
how about the mind,
the heart,
why do we condemn the people who are said to be ugly?
and why do we praise the beautiful?
The definition of beauty would remain as it is,
a fog of opinion after opinion,
a mirror that has been covered with a black sheet,
the definition of beauty remains a mystery.
for beauty in the nineteenth century and beauty in the twentieth century cannot be compared.
The definition of beauty would continue to evolve,
and we would remain ignorant to its meaning, slaves to what we do not know,
Slaves to what we think we know but we do not know, and we cannot know.
Like a tree that bears the fruit we plant, beauty only has one definition, and it is the one we give it,
there would be people who want you to submit to their definition,
but the only definition that matters is the one you give it.

I wake up, but I do not feel awake.
I do not have the will to stand to think, move, or live.
and then I cry,
Oh GOD, oh God,
save me from myself and this world,
save me from everything cruel,
save me from myself and my thoughts,
For I do not feel like me,
I do not feel alive,
I am chained to my thoughts and emotions,
I do not have the will to live,
and I cry
oh God save me from me,
help me to heal,
help me find me,
help me find the me I used to know,
help me heal,
Save me from me.

Look at the walls.
No, not like that,
A little bit more,
put all your mind into it, and let the world fade away.
Don't you think there is a place beyond the walls, rocks, and earth?
A place beyond the crulty and pain of this world,
A quiet and peaceful place where you can forget about all your pain, sorrows and problems.
A place with clouds like cotton candy, perfectly cut grass and anything you wish.
A place where animals roam free under the setting sun.
A place where birds sing the most beautiful songs.
A place with no hardships, no problems, no tears, just peace and joy.
A happy place.

Behind her smile is a shredded heart.
Behind her bright beautiful eyes, rivers of tears waiting to flow.
Behind her modestly covered body, scars highlighting pain, bravery, courage, and fear.
She chooses to be strong, even if it is hard.
She would never cry or scream.
She chooses to keep to herself, to build herself.
she chooses to hide all the pain and stay strong.