I’m done with my toxic friends
And one sided relationships
I’m done with my face
And the pimples everywhere
I’m done with my body
The way it doesn’t curve like the others
I’m done with my grades
And how they will never be enough
I’m done with my siblings
And how they just don’t care everyone’s falling apart
I’m done with my dad
He’s yelling at everyone with pure criticism
I’m done with my mom
The way you can see the tired in her eyes
I’m done with school
Everyone is getting annoying and rude
I’m done with society
What ever happened to kind people?
I’m done with my generation
Everything’s a joke
I’m done with the boy I love
Because he doesn’t love me

I guess what I’m saying is…
I’m done

I want to cry
But I physically can’t

Isn't it funny that your in love with someone who doesn't love you
And
Isn't it funny that i'm in love with someone who doesn't love me
It's like a joke i still don't get
How could you love her if she said no?
But i'm still laughing
How could I love you if you said no?
It makes me angry that you love someone who doesn't love you
But
I love you and you don't love me
It's like a never ending cycle
Who will stop loving first?

It’s getting loud—
Can barely hear
I’ve been drowning
In all my tears
Words convincing
They cut like a knife
I’m barely wincing
Another: girl vs. life
It’s my head that’s the problem
It knows what it’s done
I’ve hit rock bottom
And it’s no longer fun
I tried to drown it out
But it’s tattooed in my brain
And it’s making me doubt
And now I’m in pain—
It’s getting loud in here
And I want it to stop

This man that I tell you
Is not who he is
He puts on a face
For guests in his home
Laughing about things
That shouldn’t be funny
He doesn’t hit anyone
Except his only son
He loves his wife
She’s his one and only
He puts pressure on people
That he “loves the most”
Including his daughters
Telling them things
That makes them want to disappear—
Speaking up is talking back
No one can try
Or he will just yell
He says he hates it
But the satisfaction is written everywhere;
Every single time—
Everything his daughters do is a disaster
They can’t never seem to do it right
He’ll yell and yell till embroidered in their brain
He says he is proud of them
Then turns around and he yell at them for something they did wrong—
I love him so dearly, not sure if it’s the other way around.

I’ve grown up so much
Take my own blood for example—
I used black out at the sight
But now that I’m older
That’s a different story—
I crave the feeling
The way it goes freely
Down my leg and onto my feet
A trail of red in its wake—
Call me crazy, I’ve heard it before
But I’ve grown as a person.
I really have.