I see a magazine at the checkout
A half ***** woman is on the cover and rude words are splayed across the paper I wonder who writes such **** I see a little girl staring at the woman whose body is obviously altered Please don't listen to those lies, I silently plead with her in my head I see another girl looking at the magazine This one is older, a teenager She picks up the tabloid and flips through "WEIGHT LOSS TIPS" is where she stops I want to tell them both that they are not fat I want to tell them that they don't need to listen they don't need to look they don't need to change But I already know it's too late when they both buy a copy and leave I sigh and try not to think about it too much
you're like a coffee
you cover yourself up with milk and sugar hide your bitter taste and dark demeanor with whipped cream and chocolate drizzle you pretended to be something else you tricked me into believing your lies at first you were sweet but as i got closer to your core i discovered your true self by then it was too late for i had already consumed you
depression doesn't care
if you've got millions of dollars or you're just getting by. depression doesn't care if you've got loving friends and family or you're all alone. depression doesn't care if you've got a successful career or you're unemployed. depression doesn't look at your life situation. depression is a mental illness, not an emotion. depression doesn't care.
she doesn't know
what it means all she knows is that she is going to die "cancer" she hears the word over and over again she asks her mom what it means there is no reply "cancer" she's eight years old she'll never go to college never kiss anyone never never never "cancer" she hates hearing that word that means nothing she cries why will no one tell her what it means?
The sunlight caresses her dark cheeks and she smiles
She runs her fingertips over those soft, dewy, red petals of a rose Her bare brown feet step over the broken twigs without a sound The blue sky smiles down at her from above the dogwood trees
passion burns in your beautiful eyes
i can't bear to meet them for fear of losing control they're blue, like the stream that runs past my parent's house not bright, but subtle they look at me much too often i can't stand their teasing touch i want them to be mine
i walk around like a robot has stolen my soul
all my emotions are numb because you broke me i was once your best friend don't you remember me? i remember you in fact, i can't seem to get over you