I’m ok
Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say?
I guess that’s what you want to hear
But you don’t know what’s real

Look at my dimpled smile
You could never tell my depressions mild
But this smile is getting harder to uphold
And this is something that will never be told

You don’t know I cry at night
You think I’m fine when in your sight
But when I’m alone, darkness settles in
I feel like nothing more that a worthless sin

Maybe that’s why my strenght is weakening
I see myself as disgusting, sickening
I’m not good enough to be alive
So I’ll wait for my end to arrive

I know for a fact that I’m hellbound
As I lay crying on the ground
I just want my pain to end
I just want my life to end

Let’s get drunk together
And say everything
We’re too scared to say sober
Because drunken lips
Speak sober thoughts
And I’m dying to see
What’s going on
Inside your wonderful little head

Hey pretty girl
Please come here
It’s ok to cry
To voice your fears

Now, I can tell
You’ve been strong for too long
I can tell you’re exhausted
To be vulnerable is not wrong

Your broken smile
Is one you seem to be faking
But it’s getting harder to lie
As your soul is aching

Let me tell you something right quick
Something I doubt you’ll believe
It’s actually pretty true
It’s just not something you can see

You are beautiful
Both inside and out
You are drop dead gorgeous
Without a single doubt

You’re oh so smart
In more than one way
Sometimes your brains
Leaves us all dazed

You have so much passion
For living your life
It’s quite beautiful
How you live without strife

You’re pretty hilarious
We love it when you’re silly
When you decide it’s time to laugh
It’s kind of odd, really

You have so much talent
It’s kind of mind blowing
Music and acting
It’s ability you’re showing

You’re known to be bossy
And kind of, sorta, pushy
But underneath your hard exterior
You’re actually very mushy

I have never known
A kinder soul
Your loving nature
Has left no one cold

But when it’s time to be tough
You’re the strongest I know
You keep your head up
And go with the flow

You are my bestest friend
Who made things not so bad
You’re the big sister
That I never had

You are so strong
Smart and able
Beautiful and wonderful
With your cards on the table

We don’t know why
You can’t see
That you’re absolutely wonderful
It’s time to believe

So pretty girl
Wipe your tears
It’s time to take on the world
And face your fears

Hey there fighter
Are you ok?
You’ve been knocked down
More times than I can say

Sometimes by others who don’t seem to care
Sometimes they care but their words are unfair
Sometimes the hate comes from your mind
Other times your blood is the one who’s unkind

It amazes us that you can’t see
How beautiful you really are
Your beauty isn’t just skin deep
It goes deeper than your soul, by far

Art flows from your fingertips
Imagination comes to life
Your mind shown in little clips
A pencil is you knife

As you move with gracefulness
There’s emotion in every move
Every jump and kick and twirl
Talent is there an proved

With music pouring in your ears
You seem to lose all your fears
We all know music numbs the pain
And it stops your pretty tears

You’ll never know just how loved
You are by every one of us
But we will try to let you know
You know, just because

One look at you and and they can’t tell
What this small-town girl is hiding
Secrets both good and bad
A wonderful girl just fighting

I’m jealous of the people
Who are comfortable with who they are
And love themselves
Because it took me
So **** long
To get where I am now
And I don’t even like myself

She held cities in her hands
Whole gardens grew in her in her heart
Her eyes held the entire ocean
The sky held no equivalent to her smile
Her hair cascaded like waterfalls
Stars and moons, planets and galaxies were tangled in her mind
She had the world
Inside her
But no one knew
Because no one noticed
The quiet girl
Who read and wrote
While listening to music
In the corner
All alone

After a particularly hard day
I found relief in a particularly sharp blade
As I lay in bed
With sobs racking through my body
I sought comfort in the pink blanket
I was swaddled in as a baby
And the tattered rag doll
I never let go as a child
As I clutched them for dear life
With tears streaming down my face
I fell into a restless sleep
But when I woke up
I saw blood staining my blanket and doll
The same blood from my ****** wrist
And I realized
At fifteen
I was no longer a child