It breaks my heart when I hear that you don't think you're beautiful, because darling, you are.  Let me explain... your hair is the colour of caramel and hot tea,  soft as silk and shimmering in the daylight as though it had been injected with the sun itself,  your eyes like the Caribbean Sea,  an alien blue that is more graceful than jewels and more lively than the tide, yet people will still be swept away in their beauty. You've got a smile like an angel that is more infectious than your laughter,  which sounds like bells and joy cascading from lips that are a gateway to every perfect word that escapes your lungs. You're beautiful in your body and how it looks as though it was hand crafted by God himself with all the grace of an artist.  A body that turns heads and hearts, making boys become putty in your hands. You are beautiful and elegant and you need to see that because I assure you, everyone else does.

Hearts are dangerous things
and thats why our ribs
are cages

its a daily struggle
you don't wake up one day
and the pain is gone
you have to fight it away
every single time you breathe
and whilst doing that,
you also have to smile
because you can't let people know
just how helpless you are
you can't let people realize
that you're weak
because they'll use it against you
they always do
so you put on a brave face
and mock your own pain
in the hopes that it will throw them off
the scent of your bleeding body
and the truth is, in all honesty,
you need so much more help
that you let people understand.
you're taking painkillers
when your body doesn't hurt
which is ironic, because i suppose this means
you're sicker than you thought.

i miss being little
i miss my mum thinking
that every scribble i drew
was a masterpiece
I miss eating as much as i could
well... because I could
i miss coming home from school
with ***** hands from finger painting
I miss being able to talk to anyone
because i had confidence
(or was it naivety?)
i miss not being weighed down
by invisible chains that slowly drag me
towards an uncontrollable sadness
I miss being young
I miss being carefree
I miss being happy.

My heart is a wasteland
And you are the debris
So *******
And all your broken pieces
When I was lost and lonely
I reached out to you
And you left me stranded
I was created in fires
That burned hotter than hell
But your love made me know
What real torture was
But I did not cry out
And I suppose thats when life
Assumed I consented to the pain
And that was when you knew
That you were under my skin
And in my veins
No matter how deep I cut
Or how often I cry
There is no getting you out
I hope you choke on the ashes
That were once my beautiful flames.