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You are more than a number, statistic or fraction, You are more than a stranger’s glance or reaction. You are more than a puzzle piece or a missing link, You are more than what the world may think. You are more than a stigma or sign which you're labeled, You are more than “special”, diseased, different, disabled. You are more than a whisper, you are more than a name, You are more than rejection, you are more than others' blame. You are more than vibrations that torture your ears, You are more than disorder that drives you to tears. You are more than emotion you can't read or display, You are more than the words you’

I sit and listen quietly To your gentle screams No matter how hard you try This is going to be a dream No matter how hard you close your eyes Or how quick you dry your tears I'll come after you I'll fill you with numerous fears Running away won't help Neither will trying to hid Ill follow you wherever you go And you'll come back to me with lies You say it won't get out of hand That you'll control it this time But both of us know the truth That you will never be fine I'm the one you rely on I'm the thing for you You can't beat this fatal disease   You can't make it through No matter how hard you try and deny it You will n

Picture perfect How thin can you go? Up for a challenge? Painful and slow. Waiting it out Obsessed with forbidden Skip one more meal Keeping secrets hidden Insomnia increases Watching seconds tick Saying you're not hungry Denying you're sick Grinding teeth Vision wavering Tastes long forgotten You're still savoring Standing outside Feels so cold Approaching blackness Then legs fold Hospital bed Haven't awoken Tearing eyes Lives are broken

“What’s on your arm? What’s on your thigh?” I scratched myself, darling—but I will be fine. “What’s on your wrist? And why do you cry?” Oh, silly—they’re signals, they’re my warning signs. “Why are there tears coming out from your eyes?” They show that I’m breaking. My laugh’s a disguise. “What’s on your forearm? What’s on your mind?” I’ll be okay, darling. I just wish to die.

When you hurt, do you flee? When you finally stop? Are you done with me? Scars blur with the fading day… Lies you toss, slowly fade away… A fading breathe, a torn mistake… It hurts so bad… Are you finally done with me? Fade to black, within the reddish sea… He stands up, just so he can smile at me… A girl once innocent, Now holds the hands of hope… He always sees right through you… A mix of red mingles his hands, Like he’s hiding something from you…? No waiting underneath the shade… He’s spies your dying breathes… He’s got one hand along your chin… Will

Wish I could turn back time Wish I could stop the fall Wish I could see the future Wish I could change it all

If you've ever thought That the grass is always greener On the other side You're not alone tonight If you've ever feared That the world could get meaner Hidden from the light You're not alone tonight For a million souls still stand Reached out with shattered hands We are The faceless The nameless But not forgotten The fighters And lovers Sick of crawling It's true that We seek for A hope befallen To show us A way back From the dark If you've ever thought That all you do is grieving And you're not alright You're not alone tonight If you've ever feared That love is meant for leaving Given into spite You're not alone tonight But a million

I like you underneath the name and bones that poke like questions. You sit too close to me, knees remembering the spring and making me ask why you never let my skin make yours a memory. I will find you again, hunched over poetry your eyes holding court over what blooms beneath.

Am I Human If I can't feel why I'm here? Am I Human If I want to disappear? Am I Human If the light, it burns my skin? Am I human If I don't know right from sin? There's a danger in me This blatant stranger in me And I can't fight From what I can't hide This fuckin' anger in me And I've tried to pick up these pieces Of the things that I've shattered And the shards that I've lost Were the things that really mattered But too late did I realize That I'd become so numb That the glass of all my memories Cut me till I succumbed To the things that I hate most Me, myself and I That I'd become a ghost Was I still human when I died? Am I Human If