A little girl scared to reach out.
She hesitated with doubt.
Always too scared to ask.
Small and clueless hidden behind hates mask.
No one heard her screams.
People laughed and said honey it's not as dark as it seems.
Held close by her partner at night.
The littlest mistakes causing largest fights.
I'm sorry baby.
Nobody could save me.
This little girl wandered her mind.
Aimlessly wondering what she could find.
She found a razor and began.
Blood streaming down her hand.
She found a broken relationship.
I'm sorry I just couldn't get a grip.
This little girl went on.
Shy and helpless as a fawn.
Then as she grew older.
She became bolder.
A drink here and there.
A mind filling her head with dare.
Take one more pill.
You haven't yet had your fill.
One two three four.
Now that I've started why not take more.
I was in a hospital that night.
The doctors walking past were blurs of white.
This little girl has taken too many.
This little girl has had plenty.
She came in a broken masterpiece.
As far from sober as she could be.
That night the girl decided to be strong.
She jumped of the building to where she thought she belongs.
That little girl jumped in her mind.
Don't worry she is perfectly fine.
On the outside anyways.
We will just say its been a rough couple of days.

Play dates
Soul mates
This is how it was
Constant fun
Young one
As we grew old
If we only stayed.
If we never wasted away.
If it just stayed how it was.

Dark nights.
No lights.
Being bipolar stung.
The pressure of the world on your lung.
Can't breath?
Lucky me.
Standing beside as I'm dying.
Lock me up while I'm crying.
Watch out for this one.
I just wanted the gun.
Pull the trigger back.
Let the bullet attack.
Be proud mom.
Look where my brain has gone.
Drugs... Drugs... Drugs...
Hold me down to this earth.
A new dawn, new emotions birth.
Honey the doctors can help.
You never listen as I scream and yelp.
Stop trying to fix me.
I'm unfixable can't you see?
Just be still.
Thanks to the drugs I never get my fill.
Always hunting for something more.
Burns and cuts galore.
I need the pain.
You all call me insane.
Today I'm blue.
Oh you are too?
Today I'm white.
I can't feel, can't fight.
I can't run.
I guess I'm just done.

Mom screamed at night.
He never avoided a fight.
So as I sit here and I write, I listen to them yell.
Back and forth the voices always tell.
This was you fault the voices say.
No! No! No! Go away.
I can't listen anymore.
I slam closed the door.
One cut, two cuts more.
I feel the tears begin to fall.
Slam my fist into the wall.
What will they think?
I watch the blood drip in the sink.
Off my wrist the red falls.
Into a dark room my conscious crawls.
When mom finds me she screams and bawls.
How could you do this to me?
I'm sorry mom.
I know it was wrong.
When the blade turned red,
I don't know what got in my head.
I just couldn't put it down.
Then she began to frown.
Your not my daughter she said.
I downed a bottle of pills and like that I was dead.

Dear inspiration,
In times of being broken you showed me light.
In times of my true self being woken you taught me wrong from right.
You smiled and laughed with me.  
You showed me everything has a price but friendship is free.
I was a strange thing.
A skinny little  voiceless soul left tingling.
The world told me who to be.
They took away every last piece of me.
I let them judge when the shouldn't.
I refused stand when I couldn't.
It started with a simple common ground. Then I fell in love with you being around. A criticized teen.
A nightmare waiting to be seen.
You helped me stand.
You gave out a lending hand.
For that I say thank you.
And I'm in debt for everything you do.

Button up shirts.
Never had I like skirts.
Grandma asks if I want to be male.
Dad thinks he created a fail.
I'm sorry I can't please you.
I've tried with everything I do.
Guess its not enough.
I've just got to deal with a lot of stuff.
I still want to be accepted.
Never once have I been neglected.
I was bullied for who I am.
People told me I would be ******.
I could care less.
So what if everyone thinks I'm a mess.
I'm trying the best I can.
To just be who I am.

Button up shirts.
Never had I like skirts.
Grandma asks if I want to be male.
Dad thinks he created a fail.
I'm sorry I can't please you.
I've tried with everything I do.
Guess its not enough.
I've just got to deal with a lot of stuff.
I still want to be accepted.
Never once have I been neglected.
I was bullied for who I am.
People told me I would be ******.
I could care less.
So what if everyone thinks I'm a mess.
I'm trying the best I can.
To just be who I am.