I want to tell you something,  
it's a story, a few words about how I got where I am today.  
It started with a touch, from myself,
The real me;
someone I don’t know anymore.

it hit me in the chest and it travelled though my veins
And it's become one of my nick names .
Sometimes I lay down at night and laugh at how much I hated myself .
I wanted to charge this and that,
And I changed all of myself and more to come.

I can tell you that I broke my own heart more times than anyone has and that anyone will.
But then I meet this boy  and he changed my life.
He once told something along the lines of "you have to fight to love yourself; it'll be hard but I'm sure you will"
So here I am fighting.

I might fall and tremble but I swear I’m trying to stop hating myself.
I'm trying to let go.

The day I do,
I will scream at the top of my lungs,
Because I'm not a forest fire but I'm the forest itself.

And so are you.

Isn’t it lovely how the last thought I have night is, wondering if I disappeared would anyone care?

The more I think this thought, the more it lingers in the air.

The more it lingers the more it begins feel unfair.

Why is this lingering thought following me, making me wish I wasn’t there?

Do I cry or scream, or leave it to stare?

Mocking me, teasing me with its empty glare.



Isn’t it lovely how I sit and regret even being born?

I sometimes wonder, if I died would anyone mourn?

Will anyone cry for me until crack of dawn?

Or is the only attention I will ever get when I honk a horn?

Is life going to be this way forever more? Isn’t it lovely how I need to take my life to be rid of you?




In such a hard time it’s easy to do.

I have some pills, I could take a few.

I will write this note so everyone knew.

The hardships of teenage life, though it’s nothing new