Simple words,
Common names,
No one sees them as what they are.
There's no definition,
No solidarity,
Just a gaping hole of normal.
That is until the day,
Regularity cannot be comprehended,
Because their blood pours down their bodies.
They were the common,
So they were neglected,
Now all alone in their never known glory.
Simply overlooked,
Commonly misplaced,
Decided their lives were no longer worth living.
We overlook such simple things,
Everyday of our lives,
Leaving us blind to see others hurt.
Changing their looks,
Slowly leaving their friends,
Until ultimately they want to leave themselves.
Their shadows will forever drape over us,
The simple, common and forgotten,
Will never be forgotten again.

Silence is what kills me.
Noise is what evokes me.
Everywhere I wander I seem to hate myself more.
Darkness surrounds me.
Light blinds me.
I can't love myself, but I can hate myself more.
Beauty is what they call me.
Ugly is how I see me.
I constantly destroy my body, myself more.
My family tries to help me.
But they also try to hurt me.
I can't go to my family when I'm not myself anymore.
I'm too scared of hurting me.
I'm too scared of losing me.
But I already found myself stuck, staring at the fat on my body, hiding myself with makeup, I made a mask to hide myself from the world's eyes, but more from my own eyes, I am my own worst enemy.

Success is a numbers game,
You are successful if you are rich,
Richness is power,
And power costs money,
Which is decided with numbers.
You are society's definition of perfect,
If you wear a size 0,
If you're less than 130 pounds,
As if the numbers that you wear,
And the numbers that you weigh,
Are the true judgments of perfection,
Of your character.
Life is based on numbers that are hardly attainable.
We don't count the smiles we share,
The tears we shed,
The important moments on this earth.
We don't count the hearts we break,
The hearts we mend,
The friends we make.
We are so focused on the numbers society has stuck in our minds,
As if money and looks are the only important parts of life.
They aren't.
Life is numbers,
But you get to decide which matter to you.

Wake up to a town,
Silent until the thunder roars.
Wake up to a life,
Seems like I was dreaming before.
Wake up to imperfections,
Scared and marking my body.
Wake up to an ugly mind,
Secrets stirring with no glory.
Wake up with the wounds from yesterday,
Searching for a safe haven.
Wake up to a tear stained face,
Still not believing they will caught.
Wake up to a never ending pain,
Seems to be stronger everyday.
Waking up will end one day,
Will I have lived or withered away?