You are fat
You are ugly
You are weak
You are pathetic
You are repulsive
You are revolting
You are rude
You are annoying
You are clingy
You are a *****
Why do you have friends?
Why do people like you?
You ruin everyone’s life
You are taking up space on this earth
You don’t deserve anything good to happen to you
Go ahead, one more cut
You deserve the pain
This is what you get

Your body makes people wish they were blind
Your voice makes people wish they were deaf

You disgust me
You make me want to **** myself

Do us all a favour an commit suicide
So we can finally be rid of you

happiness
it’s what we all wish for
it’s what we all strive to be
happy

I sometimes think about it
what does it mean to be happy?
to have your dream career?
to have a significant other?
to have children?

society makes it seem as though
happiness is a destination, not a mood
but that isn’t what happiness is at all
happiness: the state of being happy
state: the particular condition that someone or something is in at a specific time

so to be happy
doesn’t always mean you are permanently happy
happiness comes and goes
and that’s okay

“Who is more ****** up than you?” No one.
“What the **** is wrong with you?” Everything.
“Where is your face underneath all that makeup?” I don’t know.
“Why are you still alive?” Great question.
“When will you die?” Soon.

If it doesn’t **** you,
You’ll wish it did.
And that’s the sad reality.

Blood drips down your arm;
There will be a permanent scar,
If it doesn’t **** you.

You lost the will to live;
You have no more passion
And that’s the sad reality.

You use it to numb the pain;
It makes you feel better,
If it doesn’t **** you.

They made you feel like ****;
They drew you to it,
And that’s the sad reality.

You’re addicted to the feeling on your skin.
You’ll use it every day
If it doesn’t **** you,
And that’s the sad reality.

her dull eyes, pale skin, blue lips
were once radiant and lively
but now she’s gasping for air
while everyone around her easily breathes
she’s drowning
sinking further down

she screams, “someone save me!”
but her mouth doesn’t move
the words don’t come out
people just stare at her
oblivious to her internal battle
no one sees she’s falling
and holding on for dear life

the water around her
is trying to fill her lungs
it’s trying to overtake her body
and she’s tired of fighting it
the water’s getting too strong
she can’t hold on much longer

the water pushes down on her body
filling her organs
it’s damaging everything she’s made up of
and she lets it

everything goes black
she can’t move anymore
her body is numb
her heart stopped beating

the water drowned her
and they let it happen
no one rescued her
she begged for someone to save her
but no one bothered to ask
three simple words
“are you okay?”