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

Its funny just when you thought someone cared,
They sure prove you wrong.
They left and you just stared,
I don't want to have to be strong.

Is there anyway I could be changed?
I want to be someone better,
Can't my molecules just be rearranged?
I don't want people to just forget her.

When I finally show you I'm not okay,
You just look at me and laugh.
You get up and decide to walk away.
It feels as if I lost my other half.

I wish I could beg you to stay,
But I know that would just be rude.
So I try to go out and seize the day,
even though I'm not in the mood.

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