Sometimes you just have to believe in what you believe
No one else can make you believe any differently
It is all up to you
You get to believe in whatever god(s) or no god at all
You get to believe in finding true love one day
You get to believe in having a good life
You get to believe feminism if you wish
You get to believe in anything you want
If you can believe in it
No one else can make you feel any differently
Because it is all up to you
No one can change you
Or how you think
People try to force their beliefs onto everyone else
But the thing is everyone believes differently
Some people believe in some things and not in others
But all you need to know
Is that you can believe anything
It's all up to you
And no one can make you think any differently
You're unique
Everything about you is unique
And that makes you special

I'm not lucky
To have people fall for me
And not reciprocate the notion
I don't like hurting others
It's not lucky to be pretty
Because when people whom you call friends
Start liking you
Because of looks or personality
What are you going to do
if you don't feel it too?
I'm not lucky to have people like me
Just because you like them
Does not make me lucky
I don't like them
And I could hurt them
But I don't want to lose a friendship
Because I'm "pretty" and "nice"
It doesn't make me lucky
If people like me
It doesn't make me lucky
If I'm pretty
It doesn't make me lucky
To have something that you don't

The black rose is the heartbreak from you
when you died you took me too
Slowly I have been fading
I don't know how I got to be in such a dark place

Music helped a lot with that
It made me smile, it brought me back
My singers became my leaders
They went through this too, but they got through
And with that, I found happiness

The bell is my favorite gift
It reminds me of the memories
And the could-have-beens
So the bell is your memorial

The black rose ripped me apart
with it's thorny fingers
My music brought me back
with it's moving melodies
The bell reminds me of you
with all the distant memoreis

I want to help people
I want to use my words
To reassure them that they're not alone
To let them know that someone is there
I want to use my words
To teach them that it's okay to admit you're not okay
To tell them that other people are like them
And that they understand
I want to use my words
To help people
To befriend people
To save people
I know that no one can save the world
But I would like to save a part of it
If I save one person with my words
I will have dome something I've always wanted to do
I will do what I have always planed to do
Because I want to help

There is so much more to this than you know
There is more to anorexia than starving
There is more to depression than sadness
There is more to anxiety than stress
There is more to bulimia than purging
There is more to bipolar disorder than mood changes
There is more to a mental illness than one thing
A mental illness effects every part of someones life
As well as everyone you love
It's an illness and it hurts
But a mental illness can never be cured
But you can help your loved one with it
But first you have to know what you're helping
Anorexia is a disorder characterized by a desire to lose weight by refusing to eat
Depression is a disorder characterized by persistently depressed mood or loss of interest in activities
Anxiety is a disorder characterized by feelings of worry, anxiety, or fear
Bulimia is a disorder marked by binging, followed by methods to avoid weight gain
Bipolar disorder is associated with episodes of mood swings ranging from depressive lows to manic highs
You need to know about this because people have this
And more awareness needs to be made
Because mental illness effects everyone

I know that you're the brighter side of everything
And I know it's not the end
I'm just slowly losing myself
I don't want to drag you to this hell
I still love you
But I'm falling apart
I can't stand to have you watch me from afar
So I'm gonna save you
And walk away
Because I would rather have you happy
Then sad and still with me
But I love you too much
For you to be stuck in this place
Maybe someday we'll reunite
And we'll work out in the end
But you're my pretty little flower
That I hope will never die

She noticed him the first day he walked into her room
She quickly realized that he was different
He was more quiet than most students
She saw him writing in that worn down notebook
So she began asking about his writing
Slowly he opened up
He wrote beautiful little stories
She learned they were his escape from reality
He had a horrible home life, and barely a future to cling to
In every story she saw his secret; that he had hope
So she stretched out her fingers
And reached for his hand
Because she knew that the boy had a talent
That could be the key to his future
When she saw him walk in and sit down
She saw a door to an adventure
Just waiting to be unlocked