You're pathetic
A cry baby
Never amounting to much
Worthless and useless
A waste of space
Obnoxiously selfish
Self-centered attention *****
You crave pity
And all eyes on you
Just stop whining
Long enough to **** yourself
You don't deserve life
Since you waste it
You're nothing special
Just an accident
Never meant to happen
Sincerely, yourself

Of bright fame. The name Roberta comes from over the serene rippling body of the Atlantic. From a continent of islands and many unique and seperate nations. From England. To me, when I think of this name I was given, I feel wrinkled and old. From a world of the past wrapped in sophistication. Although, I feel anything but a star of fame. Shooting across the sky, her time in the spotlight there and gone in a heartbeat. More like a tiny flickering star that just sits in the background unnoticed as the show goes on without her. A girl who is not yet confident enough to claim the spotlight as her own and be proud of who she is. A star not ready to shine.

Can I have a new body please
One that works
One to carry me throughout the day,
Without knowing constant hurt.

A heart that knows no sorrows,
Not mended up with tape.
One that feels love and joy,
Not one that is filled with hate.

A brand new stomach, fully functional
One that can digest
A gut that can take the burden of my suffering,
But now, I digress

A bladder that is of normal size
That doesn't keep me up at night
A bladder that isn't nothing but a pain
One that doesn't seek revenge just to spite

A brain that is fully functional
One that allows me to be at peace
One devoid of anxieties and fears
One that doesn't ruminate on the grief

If only my body was working,
The way it was meant to be.
I wouldn't be crying a river
Thinking that maybe it's me.

I just hope that one day
You'll realize how much you mean to me

And how much I adore
The way you look at me

Because the way you smirk and shake your head
Drives me insane

He reached over and rubbed my back
Only for five seconds but it was enough

It was enough to stop my nerves and anxiety
It was enough to make me smile
And enough to fill my whole body with joy

To everyone around us
It was a friendly motion

But to me
It was a reminder I wasn't alone

And I couldn't have asked for a better use of five seconds

You say that you don't care
And you tell me you're fine
You promise me it doesn't still bother you

But every time he walks by
I can see the flicker of pain
In those green eyes

I say I'm sorry
And tell you I regret it
I promise it won't happen again

But I see the face you make
When he's around
And I notice the way you glare at him
When he looks at me

And I don't think
That you will ever forgive me

Everyone always asks
What's your idea of paradise?

Paradise isn't white sand and blue water
Or warm weather and palm trees

Paradise is driving 10 miles over the speed limit
And eating Mcdonalds

Paradise is buying jalepeños
And listening to Nickelback

It's not mountains and snow
Or the sound of rain

Paradise is falling asleep on skype
And saying waka waka

Paradise is cuddling on bean bags
And asking "what colors this?"

I don't want your paradise
Because mine is perfect