Your favorite person just died
Knowing that feels great right
They died knowing you didn't appreciate

They walked to their backyard
Wind blew in their hair
Their cheeks became tender from the wind

They have a lovely tree
You would climb it when you were young
And would jump in the leaves when they fell

You grew older, as did your friend
She waited for you day and night
But as you grew older, you began to forget

It got cold and your friend cut her hair
You didn't notice the change anymore
Parts of her began to die
You didn't notice
She began to fall
And you finally noticed
But only due to the inconvenience

You step out and sit by the fallen tree
And regret how much you've changed
Your friend was always there
She was always there but you always forgot
Until she was in the way

Taking in a deep breath,
You feel the cold air burn your lungs
The feeling of life rushing through your veins

Holding your breath is a very risky experiment
If you hold it in too long,
The feeling of life that you barely even notice anymore will disappear

Wake up, you must realize that there are others like you
The ones who like to play with their lives like its a simple game
Except its not a game

You look at me with your eyes bright
Said that we would never fight
Your words became lies
And my feelings died like flies

The world seemed to be held in your hands
Now it's held you the remaining strands of my heart
You now mean nothing to me
As if you would've ever dropped to one knee

You talked about our future
But what future
Talked about a house and children and dreams
I'm glad they won't happen
They won't have to deal with your hits

I remember your hits that came from your mouth and from your hand
The strands of marks across my skin
But I would never tell I was harmed

I will Never forgive you
But I will Never tell
Never tell about the harm.

She was born on a sunny day, flowers     growing
Smiling great and wide in her hospital room
Sheltered away from everything that could hurt her

He was born on a gloomy day, roads flooded
His face scrunched into a cry from the sight of his mother
He'd be thrown into his mother's arms, where he had already been broken

Under her rich family, she had it all
Unaware was her family of what she truly wanted
Unintended was her sadness inside

Above his poor family, he found a job
A job of delivering newspapers for the richer
Average pay kept his family in their tiny home

Took a walk and headed home walking in the street
Took a minute to decide her fate
Took a step towards the cat headed her way
Took her life

Delivered the papers fast
Drove his bike home, and took a step inside
Dropped to his knees in the kitchen crying
Drove a knife through his chest

Some people have it made out for them
Some people are not as fortunate
Sadness comes from many ways, in many forms

Words are amazing
They build sentences
They tell stories
They end lives

Words are taught to us
Some learn them faster
While others are left behind
The left behind become the unfortunate

Without words communication would be dead
Everyone would be lonely
Nothing to do because you couldn't ask
Our lives are centered around words

Words are used to build confidence
Some write speeches or notes to a lover
They show what people believe
And with the up are downs
Words are used to break confidence
Some speak them to hurt others or themselves
Some write about how they are already broken
The last note you were written has been filled with love
While the last note your lover writes,
Is their way to say goodbye

Words are everywhere
Good and Bad
Notes
Love Notes
Suicide Notes
Words

I'm tired of being made fun of
All the stuff people say adds up and hurts
It builds up from inside and creates a tornado
Breaking apart my heart like a flimsy house

I'm tired of not feeling good enough
Because of the stretch marks in my legs
Or the minor imperfections on my face

I'm tired of feeling like I'm always going to be alone
Because no one can handle a girl like me
I am emotional and I am afraid of new things

I am tired of hearing all the rumors about me
Of how I let a guy mess with me in a pool or earning money over the summer for ***** deeds

And most importantly
I'm tired of people telling me to brush it off
Or that I need to rise up
I can't rise up if people are always bringing me down.

So stop
Stop what you're doing and think
Think about how you affect others
And think about how others affect your story

There's a monster in my head
It tells me to stop trying
But I don't want to give up
I've done too much to break away

I'm better now although the monster says I am not
How could I believe something so lame and weak
Imagine someone on their deathbed
That's how weak the monster appears

He's weak
Yet I believe him when he says I'm broken
Maybe he is right