"Go **** yourself."
"No one ever loved you."
"You will never matter."
"You're worthless."
"No one even liked you."
"****."

They all said

But what they didn't know was:

Do you know how many times she wanted to **** herself,
How many times she gave up?

She already knows that she is worthless, that no matter what she does,
She'll never be good enough

There is only one person who truly loves her,
Not for who or what she wants to be
But for who she is - strong, beautiful, smart, amazing and talented

And finally,
That girl you called a ****

She wished that she was dead too

Because she was *****
By the one person she trusted most

Her uncle.

Darling,
It wasn't my mistake,
You trusted me.
I was your only friend in the dark,
Your little secret,
Your little demon,
You were so beautiful before you broke.
Nobody could ever love some one like you.
Now you're worthless.
Without your looks you're nothing,
Without my voice you're lost,
Can't you see darling,
Your mind is broken,
But I'll take care of you darling,
Just do what I say and you will be beautiful again.
I love you darling.

Write it down


Write it down, write it down,
Write it down when you are really down.


Write it down, write it down,
Write it down, when you are really down.


Or push them down, push them down,
Push those feelings deep, deep down.


If you are feeling worthless,
Write something that is priceless.
Be true to your words and say what you mean
And your words will leap from the paper and into the machine.


The machine that needs feeding, with feelings and thoughts;
Then you shall begin to write your own books.
Your bible of your time, your life in your own words;
Write it because you have to, or you want to, or write it for him or her.


Find a guitar man to sing your songs,
Get them to sing your words and sing along.


**** the aesthetics, write something that means something.
Do not care about the consequences,
They cannot take offence if they never see it.


Upload your thoughts into the world-wide-web
And watch them drift off into the atmosphere
And change the atmosphere inside someone else’s head.


Make them think about what you write,
Because you know you are right
And maybe with a little insight,
They will agree or disagree;
But they will see the world through your eyes.


You can’t please all the people all the time,
So don’t attempt to please anyone but yourself.
Because your thoughts are right, to you they are correct;
Tell anyone with negative words to go to Hell.
Because this is what you believe;
But knowledge is power, so read and watch T.V.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I feel like nobody cares
Nobody wants to talk or
to hang out with me

As if i'm alone in everything that happens
I'm alone in everything I do

Sometimes I feel so alone I get scared
I start to feel vulnerable
weak
pathetic
worthless
...

Sometimes it gets so bad I feel like crying
And at time, I actually do

During times like this
I just want someone to hug me close
and tell me "It's going to be okay"

I know it's a lie
I know it won't be okay
But I just want someone to comfort me
I just wanna believe it

At that very moment i'll start to
feel a bit better
safe
warm
comforting

I'll start to feel like maybe someone cares
I won't feel so alone
..
I might even feel a bit worthy

Alone


There are only so many times you can go to a dry well,
Begging for water when you are dying of thirst.
I have exchanged my last token, so no words will be spoken;
No thoughts can be shared, my empathy hurts.
All I need is one, but for me love is gone.
Something I used to do, but now? None.


I cannot pray for what I cannot ask for.
I cannot beg or implore for a new love to adore,
Because I have either closed every open door,
Or they have been slammed in my face, no questions asked,
No more.


No more love for me; my heart a disease.
Take it with ease.
I have already given it to a thousand lost souls
And there is no more gold to be earnt from a piece of me,
That does not work to find a thing that does not exist,
When God knows I have tried!


All I need is a simple kiss, yet no lips exist for my benefit.
They are for others, who already have lovers
And are also cheating love with former lovers.
And me?
Oh brother!
Do not even bother to ask about my love life,
Because you have endless names in your black book of abundance.
It does not make me useful when I am redundant,
To all who need love, because I am a closed book.
My story already written; read and done.


I have had enough of love to last me a lifetime…
Apparently.
I did not think so before, but now I am sure.
I exist therefore I am alone.
My epitaph scrawled across a cardboard home
And I am alone,
I am alone,
I am alone,
Alone.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.