do they care?
of course they do
do they act like they care?
... mostly
does it feel like they care?
not really

"YOUR GRADES ARE SLIPPING
              WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU"
                            there are people in my grade that would **** for a C
                                                               ­           an A- is not that bad
"I KNOW YOU CAN RUN FASTER
    YOU'RE JUST NOT TRYING"
                                                         ­           this is the fastest I can run
                                                         i'm sorry you're dissappointed
"YOU'RE EATING AGAIN
                  SLOW DOWN BIGGIE"
                                                         ­                   it's just a granola bar
                                               I haven't eaten anything else all day
"NOBODY LIKES YOU
                  N O B O D Y"
                                                              ­                                            ...
it's fine
it's all fine
i'll fix it all
don't you worry
                                                           ­                                         Mom
               I promise no assignments will have less then 100 ever again
                                                           ­                               every 100%
                                                            ­                     every smiley face
                                                            ­                    every "good job!"
                 will be written on the paper with the blood from my wrists

                                                         ­                                             Dad
                ­                                                         I promise i'll run faster
                                                          ­               i'll run until I throw up
                                                              ­                                           no
                                                                ­                            even better
                                                          ­                            until I pass out

                                                            ­                                      Meena
                     ­                                     I promise to stop eating so much
                                              matter fact i'll just stop eating altogether
                                                      ­                    and I won't start again
             not until you can clearly see my ribs poking through my skin

                                                           ­                                     and Lali
                                                            ­                                  I promise
                                                        o­nce I make everyone else happy
                                                           ­                   i'll make you happy
                                                           ­                          by ending it all

i’m not a daughter
i’m a trigger
i’m not person
i’m a gun
every problem
i make bigger
reminds me i 𝘢𝘮 one

i’m not a daughter
i’m a trigger
i’m the stain on your white blouse
and everybody, everybody knows
i am the darkness in this house.

wish i was them.
a decent family, maybe i would be better then.
i blame my parents for everything.
why was i born, why was i crying about everything.

1998, I came to the world
A sweet little girl
That later would be the opposite
But I was still so talented
Playing guitar and piano
Like my father did
I was holding his hand
Until I was 9 and moved to another land

My dreams and hopes were left behind
I couldn’t see a future
I was totally blind
And I began to grow and cry often
And when I turned thirteen
I was so lost
My skin couldn’t no more stay clean
Bleeding like a horror movie in the screen

I started running away
I had no more reasons to stay
I was only there to cause problems
My nights became days
And my nights became helpless

I know it sounds selfish
But I just didn’t have
I didn’t have any reason to keep fighting
And I’m the same self-destructive behavior
I kept spinning

When I was 18, I moved to my father’s house
I couldn’t even handle my own thoughts
My memories from I was 14 were little dots
I was living stuck with my voices
Hurting myself
And being enable to make my own choices

I only wish I could have made my family proud
But I couldn’t stand in my own feet
When I was already nineteen
A simple task I couldn’t complete
I wish I had made you happy
But I will always need help when myself
I have to defeat

I should have been doing better now
Get over my mom
And make my daddy proud
And I hope someday I will
Somehow

I am a warrior
Bold and brave
Master of an art of blade
I am a warrior

My armor is breaking
It hurts...I can't see
How?! It...It can't be?!
My armor is breaking.

Why it feels so hot?
Am...Am I loosing my sight?!
Why?! Why isn't there any light?!
Why it feels so hot?

I'm falling...
I can't see a **** thing...
I can't feel anything...
I'm failing...

There are times that I wish I was dead there are times when I ask god why did he make me. Was it just to make me cry every night. Make my own mother hate and blame me. Well then maybe I should let her **** me maybe I should run way maybe I disappear for goodness sake then someone said to me i know you hurt but you don’t how strong you really are so listen just listen


-Mia


I looked into my father’s eyes and saw the hatred...when he said I was no longer his son I pulled knife to my neck and said “devil have me” but god said wait don’t you let him take you away from me don’t you let him have my child just wait and listen


-Nick


I heard my mother cries saying she was sorry that she couldn’t afford the life we deserve. She was sorry that my father wasn’t around. She was sorry that my sister, her daughter might be stuck in a wheel chair for life. So I got down on my knees begged god to save me please and he said your greatness is coming my child just wait and listen


-Lorenzo


I heard the whispers that was a b*d child, that my mother slept with  married man. I heard the rumors that i wasn’t gonna go anywhere that I was just gonna end up like her a desperate soul. And that’s when I lost control. My mother died as I laid in her arms 16 & pregnant I was mad at the world but god was telling me to listen. Just wait and listen not to them but to me your greatness is coming your greatness is now


-Camille


He died in my arms blood everywhere, my mother left, my father was in Jail i was left by myself had this gun in my hand put it to head ready to pull the trigger but god said wait you have purpose open your ears and listen. He said boy don’t you do it don’t let the devil make you into something your not don’t let his demons break you like this. Just listen


-Malik

Writing, for me, is an escape.
An escape from the hatred that surrounds me.
An escape from the people who want to hurt me.
An escape from the people who send attackers after me.
An escape from the people who use others to get at me.
An escape from the darkness that lives within me.
An escape from the darkness that lives in you.