There's something
About listening
To the rain
Fall on the streets
Below
While looking
Out from the
Third story
Window
That I find
So peaceful.

As I hit my
Cigarette
The last few times
Before dying it out,
Like everything I've
Ever dreamt about,
I stop to wonder
Where my life
May go.
I could live to see the
Age of twenty-five,
But I guess time
Only knows.

They slowly lost all hope,
The noose swaying to and fro.
"But we love you"
Never did help their obsession.
The razors got bigger,
The burns got more frequent,
And they all got skinnier.
All the while society got meaner,
Voicing true beauty,
That no one could manage.
The mirrors slowly got clouded,
Hiding all their true feelings.
But with every day we lost
Another fighter.
No one saw their tears,
They covered all the scars,
And smiled,
All the while they where dying inside.
They all managed to stay alive,
Until they saw societies views.
The night finally came,
They kissed the moon goodnight,
They were going to start a life in the sky.
The  letter they wrote
Brought tears to those eyes who saw...
The note simply said
        "I'm Done."
They had fought the battle tooth and nail,
But they were shot down
By the idea of perfection.
They stood up bravely,
And fought.
They had no intentions
Of bringing pain
To those they loved.
They are in our hearts forever and always.
Though they said they were done,
We will always keep on the fighting.
No matter societies views,
The people who stand side by side,
Are what beauty is.
You are all loved....

Boys don't like girls like me

Boys don't like girls
With frizzy hair
And red velvet tongues

Boys don't like girls
Who wear heavy boots
And leather jackets a size too big
With pins pushed through the fabric
Declaring their beliefs
Like picket signs

Boys don't like girls
With outie belly buttons

Boys don't like girls
Who shop in the men's section
At thrift stores

Boys don't like girls
Who shut themselves in ivory towers
And refuse to let down their hair
Because they're too afraid

Boys don't like girls
Who talk to plants

Boys don't like girls
Who pick the pickles off
Of their cheeseburger because
They believe its the best part
And you always save the best for last

Boys don't like girls
Who carry trauma on their backs like boulders

Boys don't like girls
Who don't know how to kiss
Without leaving
Blood stains on your lips

Boys don't like girls
Who write love poems for themselves

Who practice archery and witchcraft
Because it makes them feel stronger

Who dance in their kitchen
To the music of popping popcorn

Who shy away from touch
Because to them it feels like acid

Who have stretch marks and cellulite

Who'd rather stay at home with the dog
Than go to that party

Who have ice in their soul

Boys don't like girls like me
And I'm trying to be ok with that

No one is to blame that is
on me, I regret this action
but it is the only course I
see.

I have choices to make, decisions
that will effect others not only me.
I have steps that must be took to
explain what I did, people may
wander what brought me to this
point to end it you see.

I have wrote a letter to those it concerns ,
to let them know I loved them, that this
is my decision nothing they could have
said would stop the path that is ending
in me.

To who it may concern

I have ended the torment the life that
I live, to silence my issues, this solves
the problems that dig deeper in to my heart
and bury in to my soul.
No you could not has seen this or stopped
it you could, I wish you all happiness and
peace.

This is my letter of my own suicide, please
if any in need talk to others and don't do what I did.

a small girl sits alone in a crowded room.
she watches groups of people have fun
and laugh
and forget about her.
she replays the thought that has haunted her for a while.
**** yourself, you're rather worthless.
she feels worthless.
she has a list of people she could talk to, but none of them are helping her.
she doesn't wanna ask for help, that makes her feel small and needy.
so she waits.
the girl is so busy looking for suicide that she never looks at the people who want to help her.
if she truly looked around, she'd see that suicide would not just hurt her.
but she's too busy looking for suicide to look for reasons to live.