I think that often times
The most beautiful people
Are the ones who see beauty in
Everything but themselves.

So where are you from?
The teacher asked me,
No greeting,
Nothing.
Just those five words.
As I stared blankly, shocked.
Are you Korean or Japanese?
Do you speak chinese?
You must be really good at math.
It's majority rules not minority rules.
Go back to where you came from.

I am from china.
I do not speak the language.
I ******* **** at math,
I was adopted.
And Im right where I'm supposed
To be.

Why do we expect love to make us whole
When more often than not
It leaves us more broken than before

Everything was black and white,
And then I saw you in colour.

If I ever saw you again
I would say
I'm sorry.
For everything that I've done.
But since I know I won't
I'll just scatter the words
In poems that I know
You'll never read.

Here lies the memory of a girl
Who used to have a heart of gold
Who was filled with warmth and happiness
Until the world went and made her cold.
Here lies the memory of a girl
Who heard music and sang along
But now she lays vacant with tears in her eyes
When she hears that exact same song.
Here lies the memory of a girl
Who wished upon the stars
But instead of counting wishes
She now spends her nights counting her scars.
Here lies the memory of a girl
Who would play in the rain,
And now she spends that time using it
To wash away the pain.
Here lies the memory of a girl  
Who didn't guard her heart
But who now has 6 inch steel walls
To keep it from falling apart.
Here lies the memory of a girl  
Who believed in happy endings
Who's heart is now broken
One she's constantly mending.
Here lies the memory of a girl  
Who is now dead,
Who paints art on her skin with needles
Replaced by the demons in her head.

I want to remind you of the sun,
Its light will come again,
And no matter how dark it seems to get
The darkness always ends.
And I know it may seem impossible
Like it will forever go on
But I'm telling you the darkest hour
Is just before the dawn.