The waves of the ocean crash against the cliffside rocks
The trees and the dirt behind me in the background
The water wakes colliding
The strong winds tossing my body
The sea water spray floating in the air
I think I am in my special place

"You don't understand"
Said her friend with her broken heart.

"You don't understand"
Her dad sighed, begging for a new start.

"You don't understand"
Screamed her boyfriend, his wrists bleeding red.

"You don't understand"
Cried her sister with the voices in her head.

"You don't understand"
Glared the boy, bullied because he was gay.

"but I do understand"
Because I am not okay.

"I understand"
I have a broken heart too.

"I understand"
I need a new start, but you have no clue.

"I understand"
My wrists have bled, my family isn't very kind.

"I understand"
The voices scream and yell throughout my mind.

"I understand"
I am bullied almost everyday.

"I understand"*
Because I am not okay.

I met a girl named Ana
she is beautiful in every possible way
her body is perfect, and she was
determined to stay

I made a friend named Ana
she promised to tell me her secrets of perfection
what I didn't know wouldn't **** me
until it led to addiction

my best friends name is Ana
she's always talking to me
recommending to skip two meals
maybe even three

I hate a girl named Ana
she promised me pleasure
instead I feel dead inside
it's nothing but torture

I'm prisoner to a girl named Ana
please, somebody listen to my silent crys
I can't speak my own mind
help me before I die!

my murders name is Ana
she made me starve, she made me weak
death wasn't the solution
I tried to seek

Dreadful
Mocking
Torturous screams
They keep on repeating the same things
Threatened
Defeated
Hopeless and scared
When she smiles, no one is aware
Crying
******
Hurt little girl
Pretends to be fine for the rest of the world
Happy
Laughing
Faking a smile
This can only last for a while
Broken
Speechless
Breathing but dead
These are the voices inside my head

You may not want me here
But I am here to stay
I can help you ****
Those pounds you wish away

To improve your image
And help you feel delight
To stare into your reflection
And love the beautiful sight

We'll start with just a pound
Or maybe even more
Just walk into your bathroom
And behind you shut the door

It's okay darling
Not losing weight yet?
Alright, we'll cut some meals
No need to be upset

Your shedding weight pound for pound
But still you are not pleased
Your own reflection mocks you
And in public you are teased

Even now as you look in the mirror
You still want to lose it all
Down to 60 pounds
And all of your teardrops fall

You still felt worthless,
Not good enough
And life around you
Was getting too tough

You were killing yourself
And you just wanted it to end
You still wanted more
Of what I recommend

And now your dead
Because you were a little overweight
And you never believed your friends
When they told you "you look great"

Suicide was never the answer to your temporary problems
And now I read about your death through the newspaper columns
" teen boy found dead with suicide letter..."
I believed you when you said you were feeling better...

This poem is for the suicidal boys that never get recognized
Suicide is never the right thing to idolize!
Put down the razor, or your item of torture
You get pushed passed your limits, and it hurts, sure...
But that doesn't mean you can't make it through your temporary problem
Do you really want to be idolized through the newspaper column?

Soft dirt surrounds me like a heavy quilt
The grass and flowers above my head wilt
Why does nobody love me or even care?
They spit on my grave with no pain to bare