is like crashing onto the shore
getting pulled back by the waves
with water in your mouth
and your vision going black
and it feels like somehow
it's never gonna stop

you keep on sinking
and sinking
and sinking,

but you never
drown.

It's not okay.
It's not okay to tell someone to **** themselves.
It's not okay to bully someone.
It's not okay to exclude someone.
It's not okay to be a **** to someone.
It's not okay to judge a book by its cover.
It's not okay to intentionally hurt someone.
It's not okay,
Because you never know what battles they are fighting;
They don't need your ignorance.
It's not okay.

She closes the door
To her home now
The only place
Where she can be
H E R S E L F

She walks over and sits on the bed
Just to lay down
And hold her head
In her hands
As she starts to cry
She says to herself
Why why why

As she sits and sobs
She wonders how
She would ever allow
Her life to get out of control

She sits on the bed and feels alone

How can someone
Ever have to be alone
How can someone
Ever have to make the decision
To stay alive

And as she sits on her bed and sobs
She thinks
How can it ever get better
And the story has an ending
An ending that may not appeal
She gave up crying on her bed
And never got to heal

You stop to think
About yourself
And you say
Anything can be better
Than this loneliness

Yet, you exclude yourself
From everyone who comes near
From everyone willing to help
And you keep excluding

To feel the thing you don't want
To feel something not worth feeling
To feel loneliness  
To feel what you think you are
Worthless

"I'm hungry" I say.
"That's nice" you reply.

"I didn't eat breakfast this morning" I say.
"That's nice" you reply.

"I haven't eaten all day" I say.
"That's nice" you reply.

"I haven't eaten in a week" I say.
"That's nice" you reply.

"You're withering away, you haven't eaten in days." You say.
"That's nice" I reply.

I love you.
But not in the cliche way of loving you.
I love you by your voice
By your hugs
By your smell
By your presence
By your constant care
By being you.
I love you,
But it's not cliche at all.

I am stuck in a silent black and white film
All the color has been ****** from the theater
I am left with a dim light and nothing but my demons inside
I can let no one in
Even if you buy a ticket
Even if you try your hardest
Because I don't want you dragged into
This silent black and white film
That is my life.