if you cant see something inside of you that's worth fighting fore then get a better mirror. Because something inside of you wouldn't let you go No you held on threw all the names and the hits that society labeled you with You held fast to your life because who were they to tell you that you don't matter Who are they to say those things to you When you have no mom to go home to, no dad to pick you up When what you turn to at only fifteen is liquor ad drugs who are they to tell you to get over it Sticks and stones brake bones don't tell me it hurts worse than a broken heart don't tell me that when I go to sleep at night I might not wake up Because if I wont wake up with a smile on my face what's the point when I have to ask myself before I even open up my eyes is simply what will I get called today What's the point My definition of beauty is Mom Because she is raising three kids, and she knows how it feels No I cant hide that from her no matter how well I hide from kids at school, no matter how still I try to be. No my mother see's. When asked if I want to die, I stay silent Because silence s the only thing that wont bake a heart Now... as other are going to sleep we stay up, because when they close their eyes for a moment we dot have to run Ask me again why I wont die why don't I just back down? Because My definition of Beauty is Mom Because to many of us have been cast out like a knickknack on a shelf because I wont lose my memory..no I will not go silently