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Hal Jul 2016
You're not happy and I know you haven't been in a long time.

I understand that waking up and plastering that smile on your face is getting tiring,
that laughing with your friends is starting to feel like a chore rather than enjoyment.

That getting out of your bed in the morning is more difficult than it should be,
that you don't have a favorite anything anymore, because everything's the same.


But sweetheart,
maybe if you continue to fake that smile, eventually it will become real again.

Maybe if you surround yourself with people who are trying to make you feel happy,
they might flick the light that has been switched off inside of you, back on.

Maybe if you force yourself to get up and go outside,
you might feel the sunshine on your skin.

Maybe if you keep searching for random things,
you will stumble across your favorite something again.

But what ever you do honey,
please don't work so hard to find your happiness and then hand it over to one person to carry for you.

Your happiness is far to heavy and precious for one person to carry,
they will drop it- they will drop it every time.

Instead sprinkle it around like fairy dust,
touch everyone and everything, a
nd eventually it will touch you.

As you make the world around you a better place and inspire others to do the same,
you will heal yourself without even trying.

So darling I beg of you, stop trying so **** hard to fix yourself, because you can't repair a broken soul with the same hammer that shattered it.

Use the tools you are surrounded with to help patch up the holes.

But, no matter what, if you don't fix your situation, you will end up shattered again,

and there's only so much tape and glue can do.
Sorry this poem doesn't make very much sense.
Hal Jul 2016
Don't forget that you were a princess long before he ever started addressing you as one, and you will continue to be one long after he stops. You will remain a princess and he- he will go back to being the irrelevant peasant he was before you noticed him. He was never the knight in shining armor you thought he was. He is a just a commoner who doesn't realize the value he once obtained. Know your worth Princess, because if you don't, how do you expect anyone else to?
Hal Jun 2016
Since when is my beauty determined by the amount of likes I get on an Instagram photo and rates out of 10?

When did other people's opinions of myself become more important than my own?

Since when is my worth determined on a four point scale called a G.P.A.?

When did my knowledge of quadratic equations and ionic bonding start to decide how qualified I am to work in the real world?

Since when are my friends determined by the price tag on my clothes, rather than the value of the person wearing them?

When did the brand on my outfit brand me the kind of person I am?

 Since when does the amount of zeros in my bank account determine my success?

When did the amount of money I make become more important than the amount of happiness I have achieved or the amount of times I have managed to pick myself up off the floor after falling apart?

Since when does the number on my bathroom scale determine what clothes I can wear?

When did my weight start to decide what I can and cannot do and how the rest of the world sees me?

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY,

Since when does society minimize my individuality by defining me with all kinds of scales and numbers?*

When did how I live MY life become society's decision?*

Oh wait, it isn't society's decision, and it never was to began with.
Hal Jun 2016
The pretty girl with the wide smile,
that doesn't quite reach her eyes.
The happy girl with the loud laugh,
that doesn't want to socialize.

The quite girl with the long sleeves,
is starting to feel like a fraud.
The perfect girl with the straight hair,
is getting tired of the façade.

The pretty girl has a fake smile,
and is filling her body with cuts.
While, the perfect girl with the straight hair,
is puking out her guts.

The happy girl with the pretend laugh,
spends her nights crying to the stars.
While, the quiet girl with the long sleeves,
has a body full of bruises and scars.

So, not everything is as it seems.
Because, while everything seems fine,
these girls are full of silent screams.

— The End —