Oh, shes so dark, Oh shes got acne, Oh shes so ugly, Oh shes so fat, They all cooed into her ears as they pushed her off the roof, Then they gathered around the coffin asking But she had everything, why this?
It's okay to find shapes in the clouds or stand out in the crowd. It's okay to ask why or if you feel you need to cry. It's okay to say no. It's okay if you don't know. It's okay if your dreams change as you grow. It's okay if you're wrong. It's okay if you're right. It's okay to ask for help or if you're afraid of the night. It's okay to sing. It's okay to love who you love. It's okay to believe heaven and your god above. It's okay if you're lonely. It's okay to admit you're not okay. But remember. No matter what they say, it's okay
She grew weak She grew scared Afraid of what might happen Will her mom wake up Live to see another day What will she leave behind A lost husband A broken daughter Both full of grief Not knowing how quite to live life Without the one you love Please God dont take her I'm not ready how will it feel to loose a mom One you longed for Her nurture, affection, caring, and loving Something I've longed for Please God dont take her I'm not ready But facing the fact of reality Cancer is no joke Stealing the one you love As I watch her grow weaker everyday I know it's coming Confused and hurt Not knowing how to help To just make it go away But I promise to not let you down I will be strong I will get through this For loosing someone you love Is a fact of life I will be ok I am okay
Confined to the walls of my room Bandana around my neck I try to remember the good things in life I want to stay out of my own head Nothing in life is free Not even the air we breathe It's tainted with diseases But we breathe anyway We endure the screams of alcoholic fathers We cry ourselves to sleep at night We convince ourselves that we're alright And never seek help from others
We are the broken ones We endure our pain and suffering We remember the things worth remembering
We are the depressed ones We see knives as toys We don't know the difference between light and dark
We are hurt, and some of us can't be saved
So my Dad was screaming at me again this morning, and he took away all of my means of communication. Luckily, he forgot my computer, so I can still write (and talk to my Mom, who will save me ASAP).
that i cry when i don’t want to and can’t when i do that people think i’m fine when that’s so far from the truth that i smile and laugh at school during the day but alone at night want to cut my troubles away that i have friends who care when i either can’t or won’t that they love me unconditionally even when i don’t