and so today i drew open the curtains of my ribcage and i brushed the dust off my heart and i forgave you.

— an excerpt from a letter to you

I don't belong here,
I know that I'm not pretty,
I know that I don't fit in because I'm not pretty,
I know,
You don't need to tell me.

I don't belong here,
I know I don't fit in with society's standards,
I know I don't fit in because I don't stick to society's standards,
I know,
You don't need to tell me.

I don't belong here,
I know people stare at me,
I know I don't fit in because people stare at me,
I know,
You don't need to tell me.

I don't belong,
And I know this,
So please don't tell me.

They took her hand,
picked the flowers from her deep blue hair,
and trampled her to dust.

So tired of thinking i
m not good enough
So tired of thing im better off somewhere else
so tired of thinking people will never understand me
So tired of being used
So tired of wanting to be expected
but as i say thing that girl got tired and she became something she do not think would happen she became a warrior

He was imperfect
He was young
She loved him
She was crazy
She wasn’t so pretty
He loved her

He had doubts
He had challenges
She loved him
She was naïve
She was carefree
He loved her

He was smart
He was cute
She loved him
She got brains
She had talent
He loved her

He lied
He cheated
She loved him
He became rude
He was difficult
She loved him

He was scared
He was reckless
She cared
He was arrogant
He was insensitive
She was hurt

He ignored her
He hurt her more
She became different
He cheated more
He cheated carelessly
She ignored him

He became scarce
He cut off ties
She survived
He was addicted
He was pitiful
She had empathy

He fell
She brought him up
He got sick
She nursed him to health
She slipped
He didn’t catch her
He got into trouble
She turned her back on him

He wanted her back
She didn’t
It was too late
She felt nothing for him

She was,
A diamond he got
She was,
A diamond he lost