If I could rip my name
From your rotten mouth
And hit you across the face with it
To show you how ******* hurt I am
Then I would do it
You don't see anything
Besides your own ******* feelings
Self centered
Attention *****

It's like reaching out when there's nothing to clasp;
its like taking a breath that feels like your last.

Like leaping for something that's not really there,
or wanting to scream, when no one would care.

Like holding a hand that your eyes cannot see;
like being en-caged where they said you'd be free.

The sky is the limit, but I'm not that tall.
A confused little girl in this world feeling small.

No one to turn to, no where to stay;
My only way out seems so far away.

But I will get through this
And this too shall pass.
I tell myself this, then life spirals, I crash.

I'm just a girl, so your point I can't see.
Is it not possible;
that it's you not just me

-*kd

I'm self conscious.
You are too
Its hard not to be
It's hard to love yourself

Too be able to see past
All the things you hate.
It's quite a feat,
I know I struggle.

We hate on ourselves,
We hate on each other,
We know we shouldn't,
But we aren't stopping anytime soon.

You hate your thighs,
She hates her stomach,
They hate their waists.
No one can escape

The ridicule brought down on ourselves.
There is only way to end it
Stop hating yourself
And start loving your body.

You know that it's true
I know that it's true
But we both know, everyone does,
Its much harder than it seems.

we’ll destroy ourselves
for a feeling
of being completely disconnected
from all of you
from ourselves
we fear you we fear ourselves
our reflections spit hate
haunting us
nightmares of that same face
and running
and ourselves
you are we are
what we’re running from
and we’ll destroy ourselves for a moment
to get away from disasters
mishaps, misfortunes
evils
damage in doses
our restlessness
insomniacs in love
with destroying ourselves
we’re running we’re hiding
as long as we can forget for just a moment
just give me that moment
and all will be well
take me softly  destroy me slowly

I am a part of a fallen generation.
The generation that takes pride in their pain.
We don't let it stray too far, we keep it just at bay.
It is very common to have hatred for ourselves more than others.
People are wishing to be dead because the world is too heavy for our fragile shoulders.
Constant headaches because our heads are expanding at a rapid rate
and we will try to stand tall no matter how much our knees quake.
There is no gain without pain or so they told us.
See we've grown accustomed to the constant nagging of our sub conscious desires, a raging battle between reasons to live and reasons to expire.

*-c.a.