You said I was like a sister to you
I knew that was how it would be
Well still I can't stop loving you
Despite the pain it may cause

Now I write you down on this page
Hoping one day maybe you'll see
You are the only for me
And I the only for thee

So hold me close, tightly
Just this one time
That maybe you could warm to it
The idea of you and I

And if you ever could love me
Let me know right away
For im sure the pain it would **** me
Waiting just waiting for you to come by

Dear Random Strangers,
            
Your sideways glances and whispered remarks have been noticed.
What you think has no effect actually means the world.
I would like to ask you...
No...Beg you...
To please stop judging me because of the marks on my wrist,
Allow me the chance to tell you my story,
Before you put the damaged book in the trash.
I know my corners are dog-ear,
Yes some pages are ripped,
And my cover is torn and scratched.
But looks can be deceiving.

Random Stranger, I know we haven't met
But every time one person disregards me,
It becomes more easy to believe I am trash,
And it makes me want to throw myself away...

Get that **** out
don't let it stay in
building up, soiling
inside and rotting
like the mold on a loaf of bread
ignored on the shelf
for two weeks
too long.

Get that **** out
for what seems to come out
of your ******* to you
may just be that
lost, buried treasure
another has finally found,
and oh how they might worship it
your magnificent ****.