Society killed the teenager
It burned her it hurt her
Made her feel worthless
But is she
Is she I mean id love an answer because all anyone has ever said was
Why are you so weird whats wrong with your hair
Why are you always alone standing over there
Are you okay
Did you finally **** yourself today

But she thinks that if she can just start over
She can change herself completely
It never worked
She changed herself till she was nothing more than plastic
She was nothing more than what you would call an outsider
A ****** a dork a nerd a freak etc

But what she has underneath would burn someone just to know what she has gone through it would bring you to your knees crying
Give you the worse migrain head ache
Wishing you could take it all back
But yet not to be that simple

For all she wanted was to fit in
It wasn’t her plan to be an outcast
Are you happy
Huh are you happy now
For she never hurt a soul
Yet the only emotion she has ever felt
Was pain for she had no love she had noone to tell her
That she was loved

But not everyone gets that kind of help well I time atleast because when some like that happens to someone they never think to look behind the smile plastered on her plastic face just to think if we lived in a world that noone had to anything to fear that we had to change ourselves to fit in no one had to fear anything noone had to hide behind a curtain
To cover them up because they are afraid noone will like them

Society killed the teenager
It hurt her and burned her
At her funeral her parents were parents were morning finding out what she was going through while her “friends” and all her bullies are living their life and giggling not knowing that she was a girl looking and hoping to be accepted and you wouldn’t help her and you were just society banishing anyone yet to even look for acceptance

Was fitting in really that important would you rather be popular then help the girl in the corner with a blade to her neck did it really mean that much when you could have reached out and saved a life instead of letting her rott away in  her thoughts and misery for if she had a friend she wouldn’t be in a casket in her dress dead  cold never knowing she was ever loved because you obviously had nothing better to do for her life wasn’t as delicate  and precious as another one word was all it took for her to realize she was better than that and that one word was hello that one word could have saved a life that day

For if her life was not important then how is yours  
For if you are so special then you could have helped her
You were to worried about your hair makeup and boys to peel back the plastic cover and see the girl crying with the knife to her throat wishing she was perfect like you
Oh but no because you obviously have better things to do

Society killed the teenager
That is definatly true
But her life was so delicate
That even the simplest
I love you was faded out as sarcasm
and that she could never be loved because
all the hate made love feel like fairy tales

society killed the teenager because she denied all love
the only love she ever got she never knew it
and that is how society killed the teenager

so society next time you see the teenager
help her
because noone has ever done anything to deserve such torture
but that teenager forgave each and everyone ne
because she realized they were all to blind to notice
to notice that she was aching inside for love and compassion
to blind to find your way to help her

I do believe, Birth and death are preplanned certainty.
all our choices that we make, will plan our destiny.
everything we do, changes what could be.
If I say yes to you today,
I may lose something more tomorrow.
But who will ever know?
A certain spill or minute missed, could mean everything,
to happiness and misery
or timely uncertainty.
I was late this morning,
changing my formality.
My fate was changed immidiatly,
when I was late this morning.
I was safe today.
I heard the news,
a cemi struck my bus .
If I had been on time,
sends shivers down my spine.
I could have been no more,
with the other casualties.
When I saw the bus;
dented in completely, where I always sit,
laying on it's side.
many did not make it,
my pain I bare inside.
for I was saved by minutes late,
my special fate today.
A kiss from death this morning,
was not my time to leave.
My time of death is certain,
planned it is for me.
For me it's uncertainty and definatly destiny.

More joy than the last time.. or what you are having.

Instantly gratify my desire for higher.
Ready.
Aim.
Higher.
Dummer.not as.smart as you wuz last summer.
My brains bigger than yours...or where did you get that idea.
slow.
Slower.
Slowest

******.that is definatly not funner.
Down.
Down.
Downer.
:-)

It's never made sense how things change
Sudden as a storm or slow as years
This time there's no one to really turn to.
There never really was and who's fault is that?
Fragile like proceiln, fragile like skin.
We're only human and that's not enough to grow on.
How quickly happy turns to sad,
To longing and to tears for something that's not missing
But definatly lost along the way.
Throat, eyes, skull and heart.

Heavy.
Tired.
Breakable.
*How can I change what I feel if I don't even know?