You tried to stop,
But it didn't work.
You tried to be happy,
But you only got hurt...

Another night,
Another curse,
Some time to cry,
It just makes things worse.

Another mark,
Another scar
Your skin cry's more,
You've had this feeling before.

You already know,
You are unwanted,
You are worthless,
And you are unloved..

The best feeling you have,
Is the blade that you hold.

In your bedroom,
You shut the door,
Only to break down again,
Crying all night,
No one knows what you do...

The next day,
You hope for the better,
It starts again,
Another story,
Another scar.....

"We don't want her, she's too loud"
"We don't want her, she's too problematic"
"We don't want her, she's too fat"
"We don't want her, she's too *****"
"We don't want her, she's not 'Christian' enough"
"We don't want her, she's too depressed"
"We don't want her, she's not like her sisters"

"We don't want her, she's too smart"
"We don't want her, she's too skinny"
"We don't want her, she's too pretty"

When will I be wanted?

Please don't take me for granted
While I marvel in your mystique
Revel, I'm dazzled,
            I find you unique
Yet I'm certain
Quite certain
Though you are my peak
I am not the one you seek.

I am not the one you seek.

It must be nice to not be lonely.
To have such a place,
Where people smile; the same song.
I want to someday, sing along.
It's too bad that I'm not wanted.
No one wants to hear my voice.
At least not by choice.

My heart is racing violently,
Yet I stay seated silently.
Please not now, anxiety.
I need to remain calm.
I lightly touch my temples,
I can't keep myself from gasping.
I look towards the door,
My eyes begin to sting.
A tear drops past my cheek.
**** this, I need to leave.
"Don't say such things."
I swear.
These emotions have me snared.
As I stare at the door in tears,
I finally run through it,
Down the hall; and stairs.
They put me through this.
The reason I'm so anxious,
Is simply because of you idiots.

I'm such an idiot.
I make the wrong choices...
Every.
            Single.
                         Time.

I'm sick of feeling left out.
I hate being the unwanted one...
No.
       One.
                Cares.


I don't want to be who I am.
I can't be this person anymore.
*I'm.
       Shutting.
                        Down.

wandering aimlessly through the halls
or tears in the bathroom stall
did anyone see her fall?
no, no one at all
she's not that tall
you see the way she hides between the walls
it's not ok
what you say makes her feel like ****
you would never admit
so she stays alone
it's easier than let them know