She sits silently staring up at the sky.
As she’s looking the sky starts to cry.
She’s glad to see the rain,
It always takes away her pain.
She knows that it can’t rain forever.
The sun and the sky will again get together.
She’d rather it rain than have the sun brightly shine.
If it could rain forever she would be fine.
She watches people run into their house,
They scurry away like a baby mouse.
They don’t understand the gift of a storm,
Sitting there feeling nice and warm.
She wishes others wouldn’t think she’s insane,
Only because the rain heals her pain.
When the sun shines upon her face
There’s another scar she can’t erase.
It’s not that the sun causes her distress,
The sun just doesn’t know how to fix this mess.
One day of rain beats one hundred of sun,
To a place of constant rain she wants to run.

She sits there, tears streaming out of her eyes.
Her dad and her sister fighting, screaming out lies.
Her dad leaves the room, and falls down the stairs,
The sound was as loud as many roaring bears.
She follows after him,
The lights were so dim.
She searches for him in his room,
She sees him choking, she senses doom.
She speeds back up stairs.
She tells her sister and she just glares.
Her sister is mad but she still goes to see,
She sits him up, letting him breathe.
They call their family and tell them to come.
When family arrives they call 911.
The ambulance finally gets there,
She’s thinking that this just isn’t fair.
She wants him to be better,
To stop feeling like his debtor.
She owes him nothing,
He owes her her childhood, that’s not something he can bring.
She’ll never be the same, he thinks it’s a game.

From scissors,
                 To razors,
                            To Knives,

They slit their wrists,

Loosing touch of their lives.

They cry tears no one will ever see,

Their pain is invisible so no one will believe.

They’re sitting alone so they must be un-cool,

They see people staring and feel like a fool.

Others see their scars and now they’re a *****,

The whole world is salt
                                    But they
                                              Are pepper.

Muffled whispers,
                          Evil looks,

Sitting in class hiding behind their books.

They dream so magically
                                      But hope to never wake up.

The answer to “Are you okay?” is always “yup.”

They’re strong
                         They can’t cry.

They’re strong
                         They smile and lie.

And when people pass judgments they should push them aside;

They shouldn’t have to worry,
                                            They shouldn’t have to hide

Every word that you say could be another scar on their wrist,

And one day you’ll realize it’s their smile that you miss.