Look in the mirror

Don’t like what you see

Decide to change

Become like everybody

Learn how to use

Makeup to change

What people see

Slowly becoming

More mainsteam

Day by day

Stop eating food

Need to be a size 2

Get your weight down

Your head in the clouds

Start drinking beer

Want to fit in

Can’t stop it now

Because you’re addicted

Learn how to fuck

Does it feel good?

Don’t really care

As long as someone’s there

Now you’re all broken

But at least you fit in

The world is your playground

But you no longer care



Take a minute

Take a breath

Look at your life

Are you satisfied?


Do you love

What you do?

Or do you do

What you must?


Is your life

Like a dream?

Full of happy

Beautiful things?


Do you feel

Like you’re worth

The time you have

Upon this earth?


Do you fill

The world with joy

Through your smile

And happy hugs?


Or do you feel

The opposite

And wish to change

The life you live?


Do you hate

Those who hurt you

In the past

Or by mistake?


Is your life

A nightmare

With sleepless nights

Full of tears?


Do you feel

The emptiness

Of apathy

And loneliness?


Do you fill

The world with pain

Through your refusal

To change your ways?


Is this what

Your life looks like?

Either way

It is your choice.


Now breathe out

And make your choice

A happy world

Or sad demise?


She can’t remember happy days

Before real life got in the way

The memories of people lost

Have left a hole within her heart


Shadows gather on her face

The smile is tight around her eyes

The steady beat within her chest

Is growing weaker by the day


Her mind is far from lasting peace

Which she left so long ago

The time is wearing at her grace

Each day she’s left more worn


Perhaps some day she will look back

And long to fix her past mistakes

For now she’s drowning in her ways

Lost within a haze of pain


Her spirit pushes at her now

Begging for a chance to change

She does not listen to it though

Much too little, far too late


The blood is rushing from her wrist

The bottle of her happy place

Lies empty on the floor

The rope is ready, taunt and high


The end is here, a choice to make


She wanted to be more so she became more.

She wanted to be more than complete so she became completely alone.

She left her friends and stopped talking to her family. She left all those who claimed to love her, all those who claimed they cared. She wanted nothing to do with their lies. So she became alone.

She wanted to be more than beautiful so she became beautifully scarred.

They always told her she was beautiful but she never believed them. She created her own beauty. The white lines told of her inner strength, of her control over herself. She thought the lines were amazingly beautiful. So she became scarred.

She wanted to be more than passive so she became passively alive.

She was sick of the tales of a life worth living. They all felt fake to her. Life seemed very tiresome. She did not want to deal with people who felt a joy that did not exist. So she stopped listening to the world. She lived solely in her own imagination. So she became alive.

She wanted to be more than free so she became freely addicted.

She was tired of the pain. Tired of the people who hurt her, time and time again. So when they offered her something to stop the pain, something that would quiet her mind, she jumped at the chance. So she became addicted.

She wanted to be more than perfect so she became perfectly broken.

It was all to much. The scars, the cuts, the pain, the drugs. Her mind turned on her. She no longer knew who she was or who she had been. She became nothing but a shell, lost and alone. So she became broken.

She wanted to be more than pain so she became painfully aware.

Everything was pain. Waking, sleeping, talking, eating. Every single thing she did caused her pain. No longer was it the pain she caused herself, the pain she used to long for. No longer did it feel like control. She realized her control was controlling her. So she became aware.

She wanted to be more than wonderful so she became wonderfully afraid.

She watched those around, walking the same path she was. Jail, death, and destruction followed all of them. They saw it in each others eyes. They all knew they were headed down the same road. Their future was set in stone. So she became afraid.

She wanted to be more than whole so she became wholly dead.

It all ended to quickly. She counted the pills wrong. She didn’t mean to take that many. She never knew the friends she left behind or the future she refused to have. She choose to leave the world and she couldn’t regret her decision. So she became dead.