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She writes such lovely poems
But nobody really cares
She hides them all the time
To avoid the judging stares
She wrote one yesterday
About a boy who said he loved her
But to her own dismay
She caught him with another
She wrote one about school
And the words painted on her locker
“No one likes you, stupid bitch.
You’re lucky I’m at soccer.”
She wrote about her parents
And how she wished they were together
But she knows that won’t ever happen
And forgetting’s probably better
Yes, she writes such lovely poems
But there’s so much more to this
See, her pencil is a razor
And the paper is her wrist.
But nobody really cares
She hides them all the time
To avoid the judging stares
She wrote one yesterday
About a boy who said he loved her
But to her own dismay
She caught him with another
She wrote one about school
And the words painted on her locker
“No one likes you, stupid bitch.
You’re lucky I’m at soccer.”
She wrote about her parents
And how she wished they were together
But she knows that won’t ever happen
And forgetting’s probably better
Yes, she writes such lovely poems
But there’s so much more to this
See, her pencil is a razor
And the paper is her wrist.
Literature
Do not be ashamed of who you are.
At one point in your life,
you didn't mind being a girl.
It was only after you met
her that you thought, "Maybe
this isn't the right fit." Because,
if you're being honest, she
deserves a knight in shining armor.
You are not Atlas, my dear.
Your shoulders do not
merit a world of troubles,
but instead love-lined clouds
that whisper, "Do not be
ashamed of who you are."
A woman can be a
champion whose heart burns
with more gold than a king's
castle holds. Perhaps if
you had more faith,
you might find that's just what
she needs.
Literature
Living With A Lie
You sit there shaking; emotionally frozen.
You check the time on your watch, despite knowing it already.
The ever-present numbness, the cold feeling which clutches at your soul;
That is what you feel upon the dawn of the lie.
To know its nature, to know its being;
To have it spill upon your awareness.
What words would surmise such a bitter feeling:
Betrayal, grief?
Perhaps the use of dejection, pain and sorrow?
All of which might be considered appropriate, given the circumstances...
Absent-minded, you reach for a pack of cigarettes,
Forgetting that you kicked the habit a few years back.
You thumb the screen of your ever-present smartph
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Fake
How are you?
I am fine, thank you.
Stop lying…
How was your weekend?
It was great, tons of fun!
Besides the nights I spent crying….
Are you sure you’re okay?
Yeah, of course I am fine.
No I’m not I am in so much pain….
Can you imagine being alone?
No, that would be horrible!
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Stop the cutting. Stop the burning. Stop hurting yourself. There's so much more to life than this, I promise. Put the blade down. Put the the cigarette down. And please pick up the pen... Write me a poem. Scribble your thoughts onto paper. Just don't keep doing this to yourself.
You'll be alright. I promise.
*Edit 10/27/13*
This got so much more attention than I thought it would... Thank you, everybody. Thank you so much.
You'll be alright. I promise.
*Edit 10/27/13*
This got so much more attention than I thought it would... Thank you, everybody. Thank you so much.
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