Oct 2018
here's to people like me
the ones that question everything
like why do you love me? there's nothing great at all
i'm just plain me
the ones that cry in school bathroom stalls
because they have nowhere else to go and hide at all
they can't cry at home because then someone would know
and because no one at school gives a **** if you're about to fall apart
the ones that still dream of hurting themselves
but don't because they're so tired of hurting everyone else
so they put themselves down instead
because that's a form of self-harm, isn't it?
the ones that find love but are too scared to get close
for fear that they will lose every one of their hopes
and you know what, why not just jump right into it?
you're so used to everyone leaving and always tearing you apart
the ones that panic in a crowded room
because they feel like everyone is judging everything they do
and don't look them in the eyes
they don't even like you
the ones that dream of things far away
so out of reach but keeps the pain at bay
and i've only had one dream recently
and it's that you will stay
the ones that get jealous of their love's past relationships
because you loved them enough to do everything with
and maybe i'm not as good as them
so you're probably thinking of them as you're kissing my lips
the ones that have battle scars on their arms
and that's not something you can compare to the stars
it's all broken glass and heartbreak
not something worthy of being called art
the ones that push people away before you get too attached
because once they leave it is hard to detach
so stay in one place until they leave you alone
because it's just easier not to push too fast
the ones that destroy themselves when they're hurt
because i must have done something wrong and that's what i deserve
so you put yourself down and hurt until you bleed
but it still doesn't bring you any comfort
the ones that have so much more to say
but this poem would be too long with all the words about my pain
so i'll just leave it as it is now
and leave some of my hurt on display
the ones that question everything
like why do you love me? there's nothing great at all
i'm just plain me
the ones that cry in school bathroom stalls
because they have nowhere else to go and hide at all
they can't cry at home because then someone would know
and because no one at school gives a **** if you're about to fall apart
the ones that still dream of hurting themselves
but don't because they're so tired of hurting everyone else
so they put themselves down instead
because that's a form of self-harm, isn't it?
the ones that find love but are too scared to get close
for fear that they will lose every one of their hopes
and you know what, why not just jump right into it?
you're so used to everyone leaving and always tearing you apart
the ones that panic in a crowded room
because they feel like everyone is judging everything they do
and don't look them in the eyes
they don't even like you
the ones that dream of things far away
so out of reach but keeps the pain at bay
and i've only had one dream recently
and it's that you will stay
the ones that get jealous of their love's past relationships
because you loved them enough to do everything with
and maybe i'm not as good as them
so you're probably thinking of them as you're kissing my lips
the ones that have battle scars on their arms
and that's not something you can compare to the stars
it's all broken glass and heartbreak
not something worthy of being called art
the ones that push people away before you get too attached
because once they leave it is hard to detach
so stay in one place until they leave you alone
because it's just easier not to push too fast
the ones that destroy themselves when they're hurt
because i must have done something wrong and that's what i deserve
so you put yourself down and hurt until you bleed
but it still doesn't bring you any comfort
the ones that have so much more to say
but this poem would be too long with all the words about my pain
so i'll just leave it as it is now
and leave some of my hurt on display
