In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesMonsters, destruction, and sweet butterfliesHopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screamsBeautiful dresses now torn at the seamsCrayons and paintbrushes, villains and grinsYoung, gladsome innocence, hatred and sinsLittle red houses on roads left to fadeGorgeous moonlight shining off of the bladeBlood pouring out as she cries her own nameKnowing she's forced to take each bit of blameShe could have stopped it and left it behindAll of these things in her troubled young mindShe could have saved them if she dared to tryRather, though, she left herself there to die.Now, other
The Face At The DoorThe face at the door is a demon, a godHe smiles through stitches, his stare rather oddThe face at the door is a cruel, silent beingYet, people are calm, and the children aren't fleeingQuiet yourself, for you're the only oneCrying for help at the point of a gunLearn how to fly, rather, learn how to fall,The face at the door... well... there's no face at all.
So much time, so little to doI have seen the beauty of a dove beneath the skiesI have told the harshest truths, and I have told some liesI have seen a child cry into its mother's armsI have been that weeping girl who held onto self-harmI have heard the laughter of a man about to dieI have seen the anger resting deep within their eyesI have been the victim of my own disgusting thoughtsI have seen the best of people slowly start to rotI have felt the heartache; I have seen a love go blue…So much time is left to spare, but so much less to do…
DisappearWishing to disappearnever to existed in their mindno reason to cheer this is why I was designedthere's a cloud over me and its raining knivesall smiles are fakedno one hears his cry'sas he sits there shivers and shakesdoesn't even try to reach out because there's nothing thereonly my own numb stareno desire to fight the devils wrenches would anyone notice if I could disappearbecause Im starting to feel warm in these trencheswould they even shed a tear?Sick of the actinglet me compost with the dirtlive????..... ill think Ill be passinglets make sure this hurtsstill wishing to disappearlets seal this coffin with a drop of b
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"That's all they say.And I leave behindThese words in my mind.I'm broken, I'm dying.Inside, I'm crying.There are wounds beneath my skin.There are trials I face within.There are things I just can't say.There are people I must betray.Beneath a smile, I feel pain.Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.And beneath these words I hold in my head...There's always the thing I say instead.I leave the truth behind..So when they say, "are you okay?"I always say, "I'm fine."
Mind, oh MindSmiley face, smiley face, can't you ever see?So much to be sad about, so much that could beGoing wrong for everyone, going wrong for you.Smiley face, smiley face, don't you feel it too?Sad face, sad face, can't you ever tell?So much could be going great, going oh so wellSad face, sad face, can't you ever see?Life is spend much better when your thinking thoughts of glee.Mind, oh mind, why can't you agree?Thinking everything at once is slowly killing me...
AnorexiaMeet a girl named No One, with a heart of shattered stoneStaring at the other girl, the one that's not aloneGirl with skin that glistens, with the eyes of crystal seasGrin of shining diamonds and a laugh like a diseaseFlashes just a glance and soon, she's every trouble's cureShe has everything… and No One's off to be like her.Eating turns into a crime, she'd rather be awayThrusting fingers down her throat to make herself okayWatching as her very bones are seen behind her fleshThere she drowns in tears, for she has not yet seen success.Minutes turn to hours, and these hours turn to daysEvery moment slipping, slowly fading
Words on the WallThe sun melted into the glamorous skyThe moon stood there, hidden by sweet lullabies.But mommy was crying, her day had been hardThe tears in her eyes twinkled just like the stars.Her face wasn't happy like it should have beenAnd though she was saddened, she forcefully grinned.I wanted to see Mommy smile through it all...I painted a picture on her bedroom walls.I told her to look, just to come in and seeBut Mommy was angry... she wasn't happy.She threw me down hard on the cold wooden floorThen picked me up, slamming my head on the door.She yelled and she screamed, then she hit me once moreShe slapped me till I couldn't see a
LabelsAttention seeker?Maybe fighting for acception. Emo?Rather, suffering rejection...Ugly?Maybe breaking for direction...Anorexic? Perhaps dying for correction...Fake?Maybe hurting for affection..So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.
What Happened?I used to think make upMade people ugly.Now I think I'm ugly without it.I used to think peopleAlways loved me.Now I think everyone hates me.I used to think everybody Was my best friend.Now I think no one truly is.I used to thinkBoys were icky!Now I wish I had one.What happened to beingHappy?
Poor Man's GoldHush the youngest children, for the demon in the skiesTreasuring the very thought of anyone's demiseGlitter fades to black and shining moonlight fades to dustEvery cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's trustTragic, empty melodies and blood beneath the airFearlessly escape the wind and drown without a careTreasure death as platinum, as silver and as goldEvery cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's gold...
RIP Unborn BabyTiny little bodyQuiet little heartbeats.See this little pea? That's how big you are right now.But Mommy doesn't know that yet.Little fingers start to grow out of tiny little hands.See this little peanut? That's how big you are right now.But Mommy doesn't know that yet.Your tiny legs start to growout of your sweet little body.See this little pencil tip? That's how big your footprints are right now.But Mommy doesn't know that yet.But, surprise!"I'm pregnant."Suddenly, tragedy.Weak little heartbeat.Weak little baby.See these smiles on our faces? That's how loved you are right now.But you don't know that yet.Gone little he
I am Me. Who are You?I am thirteen years old.I am not typical.I am not average.I am me.I have been in two mental facilities. Both times for thoughts of suicide.I am not emo.I am not a freak.I am me.My mother attempted suicide about six months ago.My sister attempted suicide when i was eight.But, I am not a victim.I am not tortured.I am me.My father had a heart attack just over a week ago.He was hospitalized for nine days.He recently returned to the hospital for kidney problems.I suffer from Bipolar Disorder with Psychotic Features.I have hallucinations.I have delusions.But I am not a disorder.I am not my difficulties.I am not my troubles.
I am a labelI slid the blade across my wristOnceTwiceAgain and again.Maybe I’m an emotional freak.I cause fights and argumentsOverAnd overAgain.Maybe I’m a troublemaker.I use make up to make myself seemBetterAnd…Prettier.Maybe I’m girly.I complain about thingsEven when sometimesThey’re notThatBad.Maybe I’m an attention seeker.I fall under so manyStereotypes.So maybe I am a label.Or maybeI’m just me.
CutsShe wants to cut the world away...So she cuts her arm instead.
Good Enough... for YOU.As I sit here cradling the blade in my handsTreasuring the moments I wish that I had I can't stop growing more lost and confusedI can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you?As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neckNo one will understand a meaning so complexI simply can't stop thinking about it somehowThinking, am I good enough for you now?As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gunI think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"...And ...Bamgoes the bullet. For when I think it through...I really won't ever be good enough for you.
CanvasLet her paint a masterpiece,Let her paint a lieLet her paint a word inside the shining silver skies.Let her paint a mystery,Let her paint a sinLet her paint the things that lie in darkness deep within.Let her paint a masterpiece(but this time there's a twist)Make the brush a blade and let the canvas be her wrist...
Thank you!