Who am I
to stay down when you trod me
it isn't my nature to lie here and weep
you can take my whole body
and **** me and pinch me
but i'm thinking of rising
from this hole so deep

I will fill it back up
with a new way of living
with great understanding
and take on forgiving
and ******* for pushing
but my scenes are strong
and my beautiful scars
I shall carry on

Why am I stupid for getting bad grades?
how am I not trying?
I bet when I'm dying
I will not regret
the lack of math problems
and time that iv'e spent
on essays, and quizzes,
and dumb stuff like that.

You sang to my body
with your lips,
and when I fell
I was expecting arms
strong enough to catch me.
But instead,
you let my body hit the ground
and you danced around the mess you made
so you wouldn't get my blood
on your shoes.
I am trying to clean up
the crime scene you have made of me,
I am trying to rip away the caution tape,
and hide the stains,
but no one touches me anymore
because they see what you did,
and they don’t want to be another
building I jump off of.