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Ashley Nov 2013
we live in a world where creativity is shunned
& the freedom of expression is silenced
we live in a world where kids are afraid to be themselves
because of the stereotype that defines them
we live in a world where you cannot create yourself
for society already has your definition
we live in a world where peace and happiness does exist
along with pain and sorrow
we live in a world where people have learned to hate themselves
because society & media tell them to
we live in a world where the saying about sticks & stones
is actually a nightmare in disguise
we live in a world
where even I am afraid to wake up.
a.c.
Ashley Oct 2013
The ones who see only the beauty in a sunny day,
have never seen the way rain hits the leaves on a simple tree.
Beauty: a combination of qualities, such as shape, color, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, esp. the sight.
Ashley Oct 2013
when she was six
her father told her
to stay inside
& not ride her bike
she didn't listen
& broke her wrist
her father said to do what she was told
from now on

when she was eleven
her father told her to go to sleep
she didn't listen
& stayed up listening to her parent's fight all night
she came out of her room
& pleaded them to stop fighting
he told her that she was the reason they were
& to go back to sleep
like I told you to

when she was thirteen
her father told her to stop cutting
she didn't listen
& continued to make more scars
her father lied saying they were accidents
to any & every social services worker
he beat her
for not listening

when she was sixteen
her father told her to just
**** herself & leave him alone
she decided to listen
& finally took the pills when he wasn't looking
leaving a note that said

"I finally listened."
a.c.
Ashley Oct 2013
you
you

it's been awhile since I've written
have you missed me?
your song came on the radio today
I couldn't help but smile at the memories that invaded my thoughts
we used to sing along to it, not caring who heard
karaoke, covers, or just even listening to it in silence
you used to smile when I joined in with you
you used to say I had an angelic voice
which I never believed, I hated my voice
you would yell at me & say your voice is fine
& to ignore the insults, that none of them were true
where did you go?
I thought there was nothing wrong with you
but there was.
I thought you wouldn't  leave me here
but you did.
i miss you, brother.
a.c.
Ashley Oct 2013
blurry but your eyes still function
lost but you haven't left
frightened but there's nothing there
drowning but everyone else can breathe
rotting but you're perfectly healthy
living but not alive
awake but always asleep

it's foggy but they called for clear skies.
a.c.
Ashley Oct 2013
I'm not o k a y
they tell me I'm not
they say you're not worth it, that you should give up
everyday is a nightmare
I live in the shadow of physical
& softly hum the words of verbal
I'm l o s t in the past of alcohol & pain
I'm l o s t in the present of blades & emptiness
I'm l o s t in the future of life or death
I'm intoxicated on pain & high on the nightmares
I'm lost inside of myself
I choose not to give up because I'm afraid of falling back down
whats the point of leaving if you're already here?
eventually,

maybe.
a.c.
Ashley Oct 2013
we are the people our parents warned us about
in all the bedtimes stories & fairytales
we are the ones who judge a book by it's cover
& not its content
we are the ones that distort the reflection in the mirror
we are the ones who stopped checking for the monsters underneath our beds when we realized they were inside of us all along
we are the one called

society
a.c.
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