The girl with tears in her skin.
Beautiful and fragile
You have very little strength
Yet you keep on striving for perfection
You continuously ache for the slightest human touch
The slightest hint that you may be wanted in this world
Just like you fight for oxygen, you fight for freedom in your own war
And though you want to
There is no way to pause your internal battles
Just like you cannot pause your breath
Though you wish to stop feeding the life that grows miserable inside of you
Though you try hard to power through
I know you sometimes catch yourself closing your eyes
Holding your breath
And ignoring the fact that you want to feel loved
You try to ignore it
To make it go away
But you can’t
Your heart yearns for the attention and your body can’t keep up
Just as you want to not feel anything at all
You realize that it is not a choice
No matter how hard you try to hold your breath
And refuse to be moved by the yearning for love that you withhold
Something from within still fights for an extra couple seconds of life
Even though that isn’t what you want
You are fragile
You are beautiful
You are hurt
Every breath is a risk of your own sanity
And that is when you are done letting your conscience take over
You just want to feel loved
Never-mind that
You just want to feel something
Anything at all
And that is when you finally resort to the pain
You think to yourself that it is easier this way
It is easier to feel something rather than nothing
Now it has become second nature for you
You don’t even have to think about what is bothering you before you reach for the blade
Your family seems to notice
But they refuse to care
But from across the lunch room
A simple girl sees that you are upset
You may not want her to
But she knows you better than you know yourself
She doesn’t know why your upset this time
But she knows you want to feel loved
And she knows that all your really feeling is pain
She looks at you and begins to ache with a sadness inside
For she loves you more than you know
And your pain makes her feel useless
As if she has failed her job as your friend
She wants you to know that you are loved
Or at least that she cares about you when others may not
She knows how it feels to lay awake at night
To cry in the dark because your afraid to wake up to the hell that society calls life
She knows how it feels to want to die
As if your drowning and there is no drain
She knows how it feels to be trapped in what seems like a never ending tunnel
Yes
She knows how that feels
And the only way she knows how to show you this
Is to write it
Write out every painful word until it’s all done
And then after words she reads it to make sure it is enough
To make sure you will be astonished
And to make sure that you feel as though someone finally understands what being alone feels like.
Don’t worry.. I feel alone too
My colors.
I sat for so long just staring at this blank screen
Looking for the perfect spot to start my voicing
I racked my brain and thought of all the times
That my heart wanted to be weak
While I was forcing by myself to be strong
I used to stand tall and proud
Of everything I was
Until I started to focus on what I wasn’t
Each time I got more bumps and bruises
I used the medication of silence
The girl who once stood tall and beautiful
She became two inches shorter
With each negative thought
She made herself slump to the heights of her own expectations
Because she was afraid of all of the excuses
She was afraid of being everything she was
Her stars shone in beautiful colors of red and blue and purple and green
That were hidden for only her deepest fears to reveal
Her colors were changed to black and blue
She killed herself with her own words
Because she was blinded by her own opinion of what a girl should be
One day she walked alone in the dark
Waiting for something to change for the better
It began to rain and she began to cry
Her tears mixed in with the simplicity of the earth
She fell to her knees and prayed for someone to come and save her
She prayed for a shoulder to cry on
For once
For once she wanted to rely on something other than the silence
And with that she gave up
She kissed her own hand and dried her eyes with clumps of her own hair
She didn’t want to be her own alli anymore
She didn’t want to be anything
From birth.
From birth I was destined with an intertwining love of the world
Clutching to every breath that I ever thought of holding in my lungs
I had no choice of who I was made to be
I was stuck with myself and that used to be fine
Now I’m falling in an ongoing inertia of sadness
As I love one with long hair and tender hands
I should have been different
I should have avoided all of the heartache that has come to me
If only I was someone new
I would have an acceptable urge
I would love the right way
That would be enough.