She
I sat huddled against the stone.
My soul anxious and alone.
This is it, my choice was made.
To save her life, I must fade.
Into a darkness unknown to all.
Until Death sounds the call.
My arms ache with memory.
Of holding She in tragedy.
His blood spread from her to me.
She was rid of him finally.
Black and blue, he coloured She.
Painted darkness in her eyes.
Till She saw, through his guise.
When they came to take her.
My only friend, my little sister.
I took the knife and claimed the crime.
They then took all, not just time.
Tomorrow it will be just She.
Facing the world without me.
I drowned in these horrid thoughts.
Until I heard three loud knocks.
A voice sounded like a shot-
'She confessed to all her dirty deed,
so now, you are hereby freed.'
Done For
Locked up.
No light.
No life.
All alone.
Everyone thinks I did it,
But I didn't.
Funny how they forget
Everything you've done for them,
All the sacrifices you've made,
That you even exist.
I've been labeled
As a criminal,
As a murderer.
After that, people didn't care.
They decided I was trash,
A waste of space,
Dirt not even worth the bottom of their shoe.
They didn't even bother
To ask if I did it.
I didn't
But nobody cares.
I'm out of time.
Nobody came,
Nobody's here.
They hook me up to the machine
That will end me
And I look around.
Nobody.
The cold fills my veins.
I didn't do it
But it's too late now,
I'm done for.
Meanwhile in America
Carefully folded smiles
Creased with such precision
Packed away
In the suitcase under the bed
Pretense of happiness
All the while her teeth rot
Behind her lips
The marrow or her bones
Are liquid lies to help her
Stand erect
She remembers them
As the illusion they are
In hopes to wear them
Before it's too late
In the aftermath, she was forgotten. Rumors inked on her skin and in trails of teardrops from her eyes she was outcast; she was not one of them. In her room she sat, remembering the way they had sneered at her. She was tired. She was so tired. It wasn't long after this that her hands, black with ink of gossiped lies, began to reach for bottles of Nyquil, or Benedryl, did you know that if you fought the feeling it felt so good?
Why Do I Try?
Why do I try?
Why do I try when the whole world brings me down?
They beat me.
Mock me.
Stifle me.
Disparage me.
Until I feel like I am nothing.
Why do I try?
Why do I try when they say that I can't?
They say I canʼt compete.
I canʼt succeed.
I canʼt achieve.
I canʼt triumph.
Until I believe I am nothing.
Why do I try?
Why do I try when they just get in my way?
They limit me.
Prohibit me.
Restrict me.
Subjugate me.
Until I really am nothing.
Why do I try?
I try because I wonʼt let them control me.
They may bring me down.
They may put me down.
They may hold me down.
But I will not submit to the will of someone who believes I am anything less than someone.
Because I am not nothing
I am something
And I am not going to let anyone
treat me as if I weren't
Rumor
"She's a slut"
"I heard she was pregnant"
"I heard that too, only, I thought she aborted it"
"She's such a whore"
"I heard she slept with the whole football team"
"Maybe that's why she became a cheerleader"
We hear this all the time.
The funny part about this one?
The girl they are talking about....
She's a virgin
Her ex spread these rumors
Because she
WOULDN'T
Sleep with him
Her parents found out about the rumors
They disowned her
She lost all of her friends
No one wants to be friends with the pregnant slut
Colleges no longer want her
They don't even care about her 3.7 GPA
The rumors
They ruined her life
And she's only 17
So think before you speak...
And feel before you hurt...
You don't know how powerful your words can be....
