You know what’s crazy?
I didn’t even realize how you
Became so important in my life

It’s like a snowstorm
You watch the snowflakes
Fall
But you don’t realize just how much
They add up

Until your whole front lawn
Is just covered in snow
All of the little things
Added up
And my conclusion is:

You’re my
Snowstorm

My best friend
Is my perfection
He’s the one I love

Buy he doesn’t believe it
So he
Turns over the blade
Turns up the music
To tune out the world

He doesn’t know how wonderful he is
He also doesn’t know
That he’s hurting me
Because

One cut on his wrist
Is a thousand
On my heart

The one risk she took
She risked it all
And she was attacked
She couldn’t see them
But knew they were there
Then
They pounced

Ripping out her hair
The coughing
The blood
The bruises

After it happened she
Knew she wouldn’t
Be treated the same

They cared more
Took her places
She’d never been

She stopped eating
Started to lose weight
Until one day
They attacked again

More hair
Blood
Bruises
Coughing
Blows to her lungs

And finally
She gave up
She sat in that blank white room
And thought

She thought about
How she has fought
And fought
And lost every time

What was it worth?
Nothing, she realized
And she let go

I live only where there is light
But die when light shines upon me
I am your shadow
I follow you everywhere
I’m the only one who knows
EXACTLY
What roads you’ve walked and
The paths you’ve chosen

You can trust me to be with you forever
I will always be by there in
The darkness
I’ll be the one to back you up
I’ll be the one that will follow you
Anywhere

I will be your only friend
When the others have left
And you will die with me by your side
Friends
Or none

Some people live their whole lives
Thinking they are not beautiful
Some people die with the thought;
“I am not beautiful”

One cannot grow into beauty
Because you already are beautiful
Your were born into beauty

Understand that beauty is perception
How others feel about you
Though there is a dictionary entry of the word beauty,
“Beauty” has limitless meanings

There is no real definition
Because it is defined as something different every day
And you
Are a definition of “Beautiful”

Someone finds your laugh
Your intelligence, your thoughts
And every single thing you hate about yourself
Beautiful

Who are They
To judge what “Real Beauty” looks like?
And who are They to tell you you’re not
Beautiful

You Are blinded by your insecurities
And you hide away behind a curtain of fear
But please
Try to know true beauty

Because when I was 13
I wish I knew how beautiful I was