Rainbow Jade Broken Beautiful Mess So unsure
TooHighCrew All Crazy Happy Free Reckless And Oh So High...
I thought I was only beautiful because you told me I was
I wasn't
I thought I was only lovable because you loved me
I was wrong
I thought I was only worth the time of day because you payed attention to me
I was wrong
I thought I was only me because of you
But I'm not
I'm beautiful
I'm lovable
I'm worth it
You just aren't worth my time anymore.
I wasn't
I thought I was only lovable because you loved me
I was wrong
I thought I was only worth the time of day because you payed attention to me
I was wrong
I thought I was only me because of you
But I'm not
I'm beautiful
I'm lovable
I'm worth it
You just aren't worth my time anymore.
TerribleHopeless life is just...
falling apart
falling apart
'Then I placed the blade next to the skin on my palm. A tingle arced across my scalp. The floor tipped up and my body spiraled away. Then I was on the ceiling looking down, waiting to see what would happen next. What happened next was that a perfect, straight line of blood bloomed from under the edge of the blade. The line grew into a long, fat bubble, a lush crimson bubble that got bigger and bigger. I watched from above, waiting to see how big it would get before it burst. When it did, I felt awesome. Satisfied, finally. Then exhausted.'
~'Cut' by Patricia McCormick
~'Cut' by Patricia McCormick
~Rain~
~Pierced x8~
~Inked x1~
~Smoker~
~Stoner~
~Cutter~
~Ana~
~Mia~
~Pansexual~-------> Don't like it? Then blow me.
~Abandoned</3 </3~
~Pierced x8~
~Inked x1~
~Smoker~
~Stoner~
~Cutter~
~Ana~
~Mia~
~Pansexual~-------> Don't like it? Then blow me.
~Abandoned</3 </3~
Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?
-I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
-I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
-I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
-We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
-I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
-I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
-I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that was brought on me because i was holding hands with my boyfriend.
-I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
-We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
-I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
-I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
-I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
-I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
-I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
-I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
-I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
-I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.
-I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
-I am the boy who killed himself after his boyfriend died in an attack.
-I am the boy who faked sick because I was afraid to see what was written on my locker today.
-I am the boy who helped visciously attack his gay friend, because he didn't want his other friends to know that he had been seeing him.
-I am the boy who's afraid to look another boy in the eyes, because of what he might think.
-I am the boy who gave up on life because I never really knew what it was like to have one.
-I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
-I am the boy who grew up being picked last in gym class; who taught himself to shave; who had to create his own ideals and expectations for himself, because his dad wasn't there.
--Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong--
-I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
-I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
-I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
-We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
-I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
-I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
-I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that was brought on me because i was holding hands with my boyfriend.
-I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
-We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
-I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
-I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
-I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
-I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
-I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
-I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
-I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
-I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.
-I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
-I am the boy who killed himself after his boyfriend died in an attack.
-I am the boy who faked sick because I was afraid to see what was written on my locker today.
-I am the boy who helped visciously attack his gay friend, because he didn't want his other friends to know that he had been seeing him.
-I am the boy who's afraid to look another boy in the eyes, because of what he might think.
-I am the boy who gave up on life because I never really knew what it was like to have one.
-I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
-I am the boy who grew up being picked last in gym class; who taught himself to shave; who had to create his own ideals and expectations for himself, because his dad wasn't there.
--Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong--
Heart broken
Outspoken
Underestimated
So Ill-fated
Call me pretty
I'll disagree
Ever depressed
Self expressed
Once a cutter
Dragged out of the gutter
Starving for affection
I've known rejection
Left for dead
I've survived instead
Lack self esteem
Not quite your dream
Never quite enough
Just looking for love
Call me emo
Call me a freak
Call me what you want
You don't control me
Don't ever hurt me
'cause I will always, ALWAYS forgive
These four walls used to show me mercy
But now they're closing in
If only they could talk they'd tell you
Just how close to the edge i've been
I'm losing it all
Throwing it away
And maybe, just maybe, today's the day
I let myself just go
Taste the rainbow...
If you don't like gays
Blame the straight people...
They're the ones who keep having gay babies...
Raise your clenched fist up high
Show everyone the battlefield lines
Let those in the know, know
You are not alone
Let those who don't know, hear
There are more of us than you fear
Make a stand
Somewhere
Some way
It's about damn time for the cutters to say
Look people, life got rough
But when the going's hard
The tough, cut
She likes to believe she's not perfect
Starves away her beauty, thinking she's pure
She knows life, doesn't know how to work it
Says she knows when to stop, but she always wants more...
I wear my red bracelet
My strength
My weakness
My SOS
My shield...
We are all broken pieces of the same mirror
We are reflections of our former selves
Our future selves
Or friends
Our enemies
We are all parts of the same big picture
We show the world what we are
What we're not
What we plan to be
What we refuse to become
We are our choices
We are all going to hell
And we all accept it
Embrace it
Await it...
We are reflections of our former selves
Our future selves
Or friends
Our enemies
We are all parts of the same big picture
We show the world what we are
What we're not
What we plan to be
What we refuse to become
We are our choices
We are all going to hell
And we all accept it
Embrace it
Await it...