Just an average girl
She always wore a smile
She was cheerful and happy for a short while
Now she's older
Things are getting colder
Life's not what she thought, she wished someone had told her

She told you she was down, you let it slip by
So from then on she kept it on the inside
She told herself she was alright
But she was telling white lies
Can't you tell? Look at her dull eyes

Tried to stop herself from crying almost every night
But she knew there was no chance of feeling alright
Summer came by, all she wore was long sleeves
'Cause those cuts on her wrists were bleeding through you see

She knew she was depressed, didn't want to admit it
Didn't think she fit it, everyone seemed to miss it
She carried on like a soldier with a battle wound
Bleeding out from every cut her body consumed

She had no friends at school, all alone she sat
And if someone were to notice she would blame the cat
But those cuts on her wrist, they were no mistake
But no one cared enough to save her from this self hate

Things were going down, never really up
And here she is now stuck in this stupid rut
She knew exactly what she had to do next
Just stand on that chair and tie the rope around her neck

She wrote a letter with her hand shaking wild
"Look at me now! Are you proud of your precious child?"
But she knew that her parents weren't the ones to blame
It was the world that should bow down its head in shame

She stood up on the chair and looked out at the moon
Just don't think, it'll all be over soon
The chair fell down as she took her final breath
It's all over, all gone, now she's greeting death

Her Mum walks in, she falls down to the floor
And now nothing can take back what she just saw
The little girl that she raised is just hanging there
Her body's pale and her face is violently bare

She sees the note and unfolds it with care
All she does is stare, "How can this be fair?"
She starts reading as the tears roll down her face
"I'm sorry Mom but this world is just not my place

I've tried for so long to fix this and fit in
I've come to realize this world's full of sin
There's nothing for me here, I'm just a waste of space
I've got no reason to stay here with this awful race

It's a disgrace, I was misplaced
Born in the wrong time and in the wrong place
It's OK though, 'cause you'll see me soon
You'll know when your time has come, just look at the moon

As it shines bright throughout the night
And remember everyone's facing their own fight
But I can't deal with the pain, I'm not a fighter
You'll make it through the night, just hug your pillow tighter

So let the world know, that I died in vain
Because the world around me, is the one to blame
And I know in a year, you'll forget I'm gone
'Cause I'm not really something to be dwelled on

That's what they used to tell me, all those kids at school
So I'm going by the law,

Majority rules

My presence on this earth is not needed any longer
And if anything, I hope this makes you stronger

You're the best friend that I ever had
Such a shame I had to make you so very sad
But just remember that you meant everything to me
And to my heart, you're the only one that held the key

Now it's time to go, I'm running out of space to write
And yes I lost my fight, but please just hold on tight
I'm watching over you from the clouds above
And sending down the purest and whitest dove

To watch over you, and be my helpful eye
So this is it, world, goodbye."

I did not write this. This is just how I feel....

My Damn Story- Jocelyn

I grasp the pen.

I close my eyes.

I think of all the things that have gone wrong in my life.

I try to think of better things.

I try to meet their demands.

They want me to be a better person.

They want my depressing thoughts to go away.

Well guess what?

So do I!

I take this pen.

I try to write.

But no matter how hard I try,

I just cannot hold this fight.

They want happy.

They want bright.

My mind it wanders.

It tries to find a light.

I see no light.

I can find none.

My mind is filled.

But with night not sun.

I’ve tried, can’t you see?

But now look, you’re giving up on me.

I take this pen.

My hand it shakes.

I’ve tried so hard.

You took my light!

This is not a song.

This is not a poem.

It is a matter of words.

Typed on a page.

Written on a sheet.

You can call it what you want.

But I know what I see!

This is not a song.

This is not a poem.

It is a story.

This is my damn story!

But you don’t like my story.

No, because you like happy.

You like bright.

Well guess what?

I have no light!

You took it from me.

You stole it from me.

You left me alone.

You left me afraid.

So this is no song.

This is no poem.

It is a Goddamn story!

This is my story…..