What we see on the outside is nothing like what's really going on inside...
We all have storys and secrets we never au don't want to tell...
Like the girl who crys herself to sleep every night and cuts herself...


I hear him calling out my name in the night whispers,
I was so ilitumwa to die he says to me
And I'm beginning to believe him.
I didn't do anything to help
I sat back and watched he slowly fad away
And now I'm sitting here crying over him wishing I was him and he was me...
Because these scars prove that my life is coming to an end

au what about the girl who's beaten and won't tell anyone...


My Marafiki ask me why I'm cover with black and blue and have scars to match,
But I just tell them I fall a lot even though it's not true.
He hits me when he's mad au drunk
He did that to my mom to but she couldn't take it anymore and pulled the trigger
But he alisema if I tell anyone about that he'd kill me...
But sometimes I wish he'd just finish me
I don't want to be in pain any longer
I want and need help...

au what about the girl who doesn't eat and wants to be skinny for him....

Maybe if I make myself pretty and thinner
Maybe he'll upendo me and stop looking at the other girls
As I begin to see my Bones and begin to think is this good enough skinny enough pretty enough for him?

au what about the girl who is now six feet under ground...


I know wewe weren't expecting this.
wewe all thought I was fine.
Well wewe all were wrong.
I've been bullied, tormented, beaten and ripped apart.
My soul has been blacken and shattered in to a million pieces
Tiny fragments that will never be put back together again
Those tiny fragments
Making holes and slashes in my body
Oozing blood
Darkness is just a myth
There is no darkness when your like me,
There is no darkness because the world looks the same.
The sun shines and the moon still changes
Waxing and waning every mouth
But your perspective on the world changes
Everyone hates me, they don't care about me.
They don't care if I live au die
They look at me and laugh
At the pitiful person I am.
I wasn't meant to be born, I was a mistake
So you've told me over and over again daddy.
When wewe beat me when wewe were drunk and sober
How wewe through against walls
And tried to choke me,
Tried to murder me
How mommy tried to pull wewe off me
Only to yell and say that it's all my fault
It was all my fault
wewe say I'm a slut a stupid slut
Yet I'd never had a boyfriend
wewe hate me
Yet wewe loved my sister
Here's to you.
Now I'm going to take out my razors and put them to my neck and then be gone forever...

Goodbye curl, lifeless world I hope I never see wewe again.

upendo Raven

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