Why do you let people tear you down
Rip you apart
Then stomp on you
?
Why don't you see love
Or the people
Who care
?
*I
Don't
Know
.

She lies there
So beautiful
So peaceful
Nobody would call for her
Not while she was in the tub
The music loud
Almost too loud
It sounded more like incessant banging
But she didn't mind
And didn't care if others did
Warm water up to her chest
Only getting colder
She's been in there for an hour
Or two
When usually she only stays for half
Her family,
Beginning to worry,
Bangs on the door
They wonder if they got a response
And just couldn't here it
But no
The girl said nothing
So the family enters
To a sight of pure
Horror.
I look past the deep
Bleeding cut
That goes long ways down her arm
Past the old scars,
Already a pale white,
That cross her arm
And I look at the family
Their faces
Their eyes
Not full of tears
But shock
And it occurs to me
That I am her
And she
Is me.

In order to protect myself
I built a wall away from you
Hid behind it

In a way of defending myself
I cursed and yelled and kicked
So you wouldn't touch me

But I have failed
You get to me
Your words hurt

Everything ******* hurts
Even things you don't mean to do
They all hurt me

And even with my attempts
To stay strong
To be happy

**I have lost all control

Everything was fine
Until I realized
He broke up with me
For someone
Else.

Listen,
Some people in the world
Are really blind
And by that I mean
If they shut you out
Or make you feel bad
It's because they can't see
How much of a great person you are
How much you care
So **** the blind people
Because I sure as hell **can see

rest in peace to the teens
who wore long sleeves all year round
so no one would notice what they have done
rest in peace to the teens who drank and drank
to blur out someones name
rest in peace to the teens who just lit one too many
cigarettes just to fit in
rest in peace to the teens who couldn't make it to 2015

I feel alone
But don't know why
I don't even know if it's feeling alone
Or the frustration of not knowing
What I'm
Feeling
People always saying things like
"You look sad"
"What's wrong"
"You just aren't being yourself"
THEN WHO THE **** AM I BEING?
Because I act like myself
And no one likes it
Then I act how you want
And everyone loves me
Then there's people's actions
A gift meant for me
Given to another
I hug I need not ask for
Not given at all
So maybe I feel this way
Because I don't know who I am
Stuck between two worlds
Two lives
Only to be ripped apart
By the people I'd like to call
'My Friends'