So stupid of me to think
That someone could love me
I hear all those names
Stupid, fat, and lousy
To the family I grew up with
A toast goes out to you
You have made me the outcast
Ensuring you would never lose
Never good enough
Just a waste of life
A meaningless misfit
A cause for all your strife.
So stupid of me to think
That someone could love me
I hear all those names
Stupid, fat, and lousy
To the family I grew up with
A toast goes out to you
You have made me the outcast
Ensuring you would never lose
Never good enough
Just a waste of life
A meaningless misfit
A cause for all your strife.
i.
your words drip with crimson
as you bite your lip;
you always liked to pretend
you held the strength of metal,
and now all that’s left is the aftertaste of copper
trickling down your throat-
what happened to the child throwing pennies in the fountain?
ii.
hidden under the threaded sleeves of your sweater,
I can picture your hands shaking like earthquakes
and your fists held clenched;
I worry your fingernails cut dashed lines
into the palms of your hands,
like the ones painted on back roads and highways-
I’m worried where you plan on going
iii.
viewing your puffy eyes and hearing woebegone-winded words
tangle on your tra
she's the girl who doesn't talk,
too hurt to say a thing.
she's the girl who misses you,
seeing you makes her heart pang.
she's the girl who hardly cries,
she wants to come off tough.
she's the girl who fakes a smile,
you'd never know her life was rough.
she's the girl who you put last,
but say you love her most.
she's the girl who'd cry & cry,
if you became a ghost.
she's the girl who messes up,
she can't do anything right.
she's the girl who gives up first,
no, she won't win the fight.
she's the girl who'd give everything up,
just to be with you.
she's the girl who needs you most,
the girl you look right through.
There is a girl
And she self harms
She carves her letters in her arms
A cry for help
That no one see's
A pool of blood beneath her feet
Her skin so pale
And bathed in scars
She doesn't know she's gone too far
She cannot scream
She cannot cry
her throat is sore, her eyes are dry
Her laughs, all forced
Her smiles fake
She tells herself she's a mistake
She's carving words
She cannot say
To her this is the only way
There is a girl
And she self harms
She carved her sorrows in her arms
Her quivering form
So helpless and frail
She's leaving behind her only trail
Her flesh torn
With open wounds
She knows her time is coming