Come back to me
Some kinda insanity
It's feeding the hungry
And I'm scrawny
Come back to me
Some kinda crazy eyes
Or beer goggles
The only things that make me pretty
Come back to me
Some kinda devil
Please me
Mix me up in some kinda evil
Give me a scandal
Manic episodes, an abusive lover
That's my perfect overdose
Come back to me
Some kinda insanity
I'm so close
And I'm so hungry
Just one more overdose
******* end me
Make me pretty
Now laugh
Now cry
Now smile
Lover boy, **** me
Make me ugly
Or cut me till I'm lovely
Lover boy, make me pretty
Unwind then cuff me
Come back to me
Some kinda insanity

I may only be seventeen years old, but I can already tell you this
that I am sick and tired
I am sick of the people who are judgmental and the people who are unkind
The people who tell Atheists they are going to hell and the people who mock Christians for wanting something to believe in
I’m sick of the hateful way people speak to each other and how everyone tries to form some kind of negative opinion about one another
I’m sick of the bullies in school who drive kids to suicide
and the parents who never taught them to be kind
I’m sick of macho boys thinking its cool to hate and easy girls with zero self-esteem
but more than that I'm sick of the society that made them feel this way
I’m tired of the snobs who turn up their noses at self-expression and of the hipsters frowning upon the so called conformist squares
I’m tired of making my own life choices based on a fear of someone else’s negative reaction I’m tired of people who look for the flaws in my life instead of basking in the beauty of their own.
I am fed up with people who complain about the clinically depressed and the people who spitefully use their own  rain cloud to block out the sun
I’m fed up with people who don't know how share and people who take advantage of their friends
I’m fed up with cheaters, liars and the inconsiderate
All in all I am fed up with cruelty itself
It serves no purpose other than to blind people from the beautiful reality of our lives
Hatefulness needs only to be replaced by love and acceptance and then perhaps there will be an overall higher level of happiness

Help
draw me a smile
tattoo it on my face
cut it into my flesh if that's what it takes to make it stay in place
Help
write me a fairy tale
make my prince come to life
sew his eyes shut if that's what it takes to keep other women out of sight
Help
sculpt me a body
make it skin and bone
regurgitate my dinner if that's what it takes to keep me thin
Help
sing me a luliby
make me feel at ease
****** me in my sleep if that's what it takes to finally give me peace

I am my own bully
the meanest kid around
the one who knocks me down
beats my face into the ground and screams
eat ******* dirt!

I hate my Birthday
expected smiles
and attention, all on me
no solitude
no quiet
there is gifts
and pretend enthusiasm
blow out the candles
and make a wish
eyes, all on me
I hate my Birthday
no wish to celebrate me
my existence is no gift
not for me