A rose by another name is just as plain
A rose in another vase is just as dead
And here I am pretending, nothing’s wrong with me.
If I don’t see what I want to see
If I don’t hear what I want to hear
What use is it if I speak, and you don’t hear me?
Don’t hear me out if I’m lifeless
Don’t look the other way
If you see that I’m struggling to breathe.
I fight to stay focused, you fight to be blameless
I close my eyes when I start to sink.
If I don’t see what I want to see
If I don’t hear what I want to hear
What use is it if I lose it, and you ignore me?
I am not an object, I am not a vessel of pain
I deserve life, even if I’m worthless.
I scream, I cry, I will not die
You won’t ignore that I’m there
No one will tell me I’m a waste of air.
Don’t cut me down, and expect me to wither away.
10th September 2017
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 6:33 AM UTC
A rose by another name is just as plain
A rose in another vase is just as dead
And here I am pretending, nothing’s wrong with me.
If I don’t see what I want to see
If I don’t hear what I want to hear
What use is it if I speak, and you don’t hear me?
Don’t hear me out if I’m lifeless
Don’t look the other way
If you see that I’m struggling to breathe.
I fight to stay focused, you fight to be blameless
I close my eyes when I start to sink.
If I don’t see what I want to see
If I don’t hear what I want to hear
What use is it if I lose it, and you ignore me?
I am not an object, I am not a vessel of pain
I deserve life, even if I’m worthless.
I scream, I cry, I will not die
You won’t ignore that I’m there
No one will tell me I’m a waste of air.
Don’t cut me down, and expect me to wither away.
10th September 2017
I felt a bit angry and depressed earlier so I started writing this, and near the end kinda pulled myself out of my teen year's emotional state and ended on a slightly less painful and angsty note.
I hope any pent up frustration you're eperiencing is validated by this and as I usually say, enjoy :)
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