Just imagine..
That girl in your class
She's abused at home but
She's bullied at school
She wears long sleeve shirts
And pants all the time
She gets beat up and called a freak
And messages that tell her
To **** herself..

She goes home to her room
Her parents are fighting
Again..
She says goodbye,
She takes some pills and makes
Deep slashes in her wrist.
She gets dizzy,
Her mom comes in and finds her
She thinks it is her fault

But no it's yours because of those
Words you said..
She could not take it
Those words were hurting her
Just imagine the hurt you caused
That family..

It's kind of sad actually
Because after years
And years
And years
Of feeling
It's like
One day my brain was done
All of my feelings have been felt
It's sad cause I can't feel
Anything anymore
It's like a never ending pit
In my stomach
That pumps and pumps
This addicting kind of numbness
Into me
My stomach gets hot and my heart,.
It gets cold..
I cry because I realize I have lost
And this is



                        Game over.

It's terrible that people
Actually hate themselves
Because they aren't
A certain weight
Or don't have certain grades,
Or don't have this or that,
And will physically cut themselves
Open
People are terrified of being
Judged
Because they don't look the
Person on the cover of
That magazine
So maybe if we showed people
That it was okay to be who they
Are
Instead of just saying
"Don't be afraid to be you
As long as you're confident it
Doesn't matter"
Then maybe there will
Be less people
With slashes on their wrist
And notes saying
"I'm sorry I wasn't good enough"

I feel like your smiles are all
Lies, and that you secretly hate
Behind that mask which you
Use to cove the glances
Of myself to the others when
I look away

I feel like I am the flower at the bottom
Of the bench, you'd rather pick the
One at the top, because they keep
A much more beautiful
Company

I feel like I am your second choice
When your Boredom tells you
You're desperate enough

It's 3:13 AM on a Saturday morning
I've just told you that I love you
Because they say that
You're most truthful
At 3AM because.. Well I don't know

I called you at 2:58 AM
I confessed my love to you
At 3:03, I ended my call
At 3:12 I sent it over and over

I honestly don't know
What made me do it
Fate, infatuation, lust?
I really don't know, but What I do know
Is that you make me feel some way

Kinda like when you see your
Food coming at your favorite restaurant
Or Christmas morning when your
7 years old and not being able
To hide your excitement

Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe it's sleepiness
Sleep deprivation does things to you
But I don't care because
It feels really good to write about
Something other than pain
At 3:24 AM

"You always hurt the ones you love"
As if it makes it okay to.
Say words you know they hate
Leave for two hours in the heat of an
Argument
Yell and scream and fight and argue
Or push them into the coffee table

You do not hurt the ones you love
It's as simple as that
You do not leave when they need you
The most
You do not
Write, type, speak
Words, phrases, sayings, sentences that will break them

You do not break the ones you love
And if you do
And you happen to feel no remorse
Because
"You always hurt the ones you love"
Well then you never loved them
To begin with did you.

"Just tired"
He muttered

But you could tell it wasn't
Just the lack of sleep

But lack of hope
And happiness

That made him
Act the way he did.