I don't intend to persuade you
I don't intend to persuade your words
I don't intend to persuade your side
I don't intend to persuade your mind
For you are you and I am me
I cannot change you to who I wish you could be
You are you
And I am still just worthless little old me

Teachers at my school don't understand, why in the world would your anti-depressants make you be confused?
They think I should be confused about algebra or what the word agate means.
They don't think that I have my problems, they don't think someone as happy as me would self-harm.
They say I'm a good student, they don't know me.

For the fear running in her veins is holding her back, she cannot stay.
Gentle was her heart but now it’s frozen.
Held back by the cruel past, her future is far from golden.
I fear for her time on this Earth, for my heart is a mirror of hers.
Jokes about suicide when her mind is truly thinking them as reality.

My heart is made of broken glass, held together by just a crack.

A poor girl lies on the cold damp floor.
Broken, beaten, battered, and bruised, she lets a shiver reach her frail body.
‘Cold is an understatement.’ she thinks in her mind because she has no voice.
Dead and only physically alive, her mind used to thrive.
Energy was a thing of the past and now her limbs are weak with aversion.

Personally, I never thought she’d last much longer because her heart was filled with grief.
Quiet and quick was how she went with little pain as water filled her lungs.
Right you would be to assume that the body of she was soon found.
So her mother cried and her father sold the house.
They moved far away where her body stayed in the the minds of people she loved.
Until the memories of pain resurface the parents are now happy, though the girl’s is completely blank.

Her body quivers and shakes as if she is having an internal earthquake.
Laughter fills her head as her mask covers a smile that is never truly there.
More and more days pass and she just wants to disappear.
‘No one wants the broken’ she thinks to herself as she looks at the treading river below her.
Open waters engulf her into the tides and her fingers reach the sand, feeling the dark all around her.