She's special,
She's beautiful,
She's strong,
She's brave.

She thinks she's nothing important,
She thinks she's not beautiful,
She thinks she's weak,
She thinks she's not as strong as I know she is.

She's told the wrong characteristics to describe her,
She believes the wrong characteristics,
She lives by the wrong characteristics,
And she tells the wrong characteristics of herself.

She should see,
She's an amazing person with beautiful features,
A beautiful personality,
And a beautiful life.

She's perfect.

When your dreams
Finally catch up with reality
And all you want to do
Is pull them away
Yell and scream in their face.
You know it'll do nothing
Because once they go,
They're gone

It's okay to cry,
If you don't know the reason why.
It's okay to feel pain,
If you don't know the chain.
It's okay to break.
If you don't know the stake.
It's okay to shatter,
If you don't know the latter.
It's okay to want it gone,
If you don't know the con.
It's okay to desire,
If you don't know the conspire.
It's okay to be you,
If you don't know who.
It's okay to share feelings,
If you don't know concealing.
It's okay to see everything negative,
If you don't know sensitive.
It's okay to turn,
If you don't know discern.
It's okay,
If you don't know.

compare me to the sun
compare me to the sea
tell me how i should act
tell me how i should be

the sun will still shine
the waves will still move
I will still be living
whether i win or lose

but your world is darkened
by the lack of sun
and forever it will stay that way
whether you've lost or won

so compare me to her heart
compare me to gold in her core
tell me how to love you
but I won't play that role anymore

Sad at work / Sad at play
Sad at noon / Sad all day
Sad at home / Sad abroad
Sad at Church / There is not God
Sad your were created / And sad you'll stay
The world will give / And take away
There is no morality / There is no good
There's no use trying / To do as we could.

The silent terror / That comes with pain
The cool calm / Before the rain
The desperate hunter / Looking for prey
Why was I chosen? / I cannot say

I'm so
******* envious
of everyone
who can say
"Fine,"
When asked
how they're doing
and not feel
the weight of guilt
sitting on their chest
because
That "fine"
Is a lie.

I'm so
******* envious
of the kids
who can wear
short sleeves
in the summer
and not feel
the people staring
(disturbed)
at all the scars
that run
like white ladders
up and down
their arms.

I'm so
******* envious
of the girl
who can laugh
and smile
and not have to worry
that when
she stops
she'll never have
the strength
to start up
again.

I

          have never felt happy
          or loved, or wanted.
          when I was younger, I
          used to

Wish

          upon a star
          hoping, dreaming.
          they yelled at me
          for staying up too late;

I

         could never make
         them understand
         that the stars
         were my only freinds.

Was

         I really so disposable
         and useless
         like a corpse in
         a morgue, a

Dead

         body, waiting to be
         burned?