Stinky, crowded, sweltering Dedication Laughing uproariously Bouncing up with every Michigan pothole Falling down into the laps of our friends Riding to yet another competition Frantically checking to see if we have gloves and gauntlets The band bus
I thought you became exasperated when I sat next to you However, you greeted me with the most sweetest and delicate tone You stared me right in the eyes and instantly recognized my dull face I never thought of myself as a memorable person, but I was to you We exchanged our memories of junior year and for the first time in a while, I actually felt like someone had a genuine interest in me Although we never spoke much before this interaction, I had a feeling that I’ve known you for ages The bus arrived at your stop and my heart sank as I watched you grab your belongings I let out a soft “goodbye” and smiled I’m glad that I chose the correct seat
I didn't know you But I could have - If I had tried But bully PSAs and anti-suicide campaigns Just don't work on teenagers Who are barely making it through the day
I didn't know you But could I have made a difference If I had talked to you just once Or told you how beautiful you were? Would you have finally looked into the mirror And saw that you were worth something?
I didn't know you And when I found out That a student had killed herself I didn't know it was you at first either
But then a screenshot appeared A face on a story with three simple words 'Rest easy Tina'
I cant say How long it took For your heart to stop beating But I can tell you How fast Mine beat through the roof When I saw your face on my screen
You were smiling I'd never seen you smile before I wonder if you would have smiled At me If I had just talked to you more In class
It doesn't seem real Does it? A girl seen just yesterday that you wont see tomorrow
She wont be coming back
Your seat will sit empty The desk of a dead girl That no one dares sit in But gradually they will forget Eventually it will be filled And the student who sits there And laughs and talks With her friends in class Will never know of the girl who went too soon
The student who fills your desk More than likely Will be just like me She will look at the girl In the corner of the room And she will think of the conversations That she could have With the pretty girl that hides behind her hair
But she will never speak to her Too afraid to try With a childish fear of rejection That pinpricks her heart She will not think Nor will she know About the stakes that are at risk
I hope that the girl who fills your seat Takes a look at the girl Who never speaks And does not pacify her worry With, "I'm sure she has friends"
I hope she chooses instead To give that girl a pillow to land on When her mental stability takes a swan dive Or a shoulder to lean on When life is trying to tear her down
I hope that the next kid Who sits on their own Day after day And who talks to no one Has someone sit down across from them And strike up a conversation
About the weather About a class they're in together About how they noticed they were alone About how they would like to be friends About anything
It doesn't take much To save a person hanging on by a thread
A small act of kindness Can mean the world To a person who feels That their existence is crumbling
I didn't know you And I will Never Be sorry Enough
They make you think they love you With their soft kind words They hug you as if you’re treasure And then leave you for the birds They come into your life With their cowboy boots and ***** blond hair And leave you crying And thinking . . . And thinking . . . On what you did wrong If he really loved you all along And then you begin to hate your favorite songs Because suddenly they're all about him And they haunt you And the next thing you know Another boy is there With green eyes and messy brown hair And he beckons you into his trap And he’s texting you! But you don’t want to answer because you’re still CRYING But! you answer anyways Because you’re ****** And vulnerable And maybe this boy will be kinder And will be gentler When he kills me And leaves me For the birds
You did it again! You gave an older boy your heart again And look what happened! Oh, your family would be SO disappointed in you If only they knew The only kinds of guys That interest you Are 18+ and about 6’2! I don’t know why you’re crying You did this to yourself No amount of fancy Gucci perfume can change the fact that you're 16 and still can’t reach the top shelf