Self-Harm.

It's when you can't handle yourself,
So you let blades and fire do it for you.

I know what you'd all like to say
      To make me feel better
"Beauty is on the inside"
            Or
       "You are beautiful"
But my soul is so tattered
       And my heart
Has been repeatedly
             shattered
All the scattered
      bits and pieces
   You might find in there
          Between the scars and creases
     Would make you all run and hide
               If beauty shines from the inside,       Then I'm the **ugliest beast alive

I want you to smile,
Like you have never felt pain.

I want you to sing,
Like no one is listening.

I want you to play,
Like you are in a roomful of people,
But your the only one with an imagination.

I want you to scream to the stars,
Like they are about to fall on you.

I want you to be in control,
Because this is your life.

Smile,
Brighter then the sun.

His eyes,
Could see right through you.

If you let him.

We are nothing but birds,
With broken wings.

We are the kids,
You would be nervous around.

But we are the kids,
We are most comfortable around.

We are the birds with wings,
Snapped in two.

But Anne,
Her wings have healed and she will fly.

And Max,
His wings are splinted,
But they work.

Veronica,
Her wings were never completely impaired,
But now she flies gracefully.

Zach,
His wings are impaired,
But he has learned how to use them.

Sabrina,
Her wings are lifting her higher then before.

Mitchelle,
His wings are lifting him,
His troubles leaving him.

Sarah,
Her wings have lifted her troubles away nicely.

These people,
Will live to fly another day.

He took me on a tour today,
He goes,
No dad.
No dad.
No mom.
Different dad.
Adopted.
No dad.
No mom.
Grandma.
Different dad.

It is not the parents,
That left us,
That define who we are,
But it is who we choose to be.

Because it is all a choice.