To the girls who are secretly so broken
You WILL be alright
I know you have scars on your soul
Maybe your heart
Possibly your wrists
None of this is your fault
And even if you think it is
Let it go
Not that you can, that easily
But try
I know you are broken
I know you're not okay
Especially when people ask how you are and you answer "I'm fine"
When what you really mean is "I'm alive"
But what do you really care about your own survival anymore
Well I just want you to know
There is beauty in broken glass
And to me
There is immeasurable beauty
In broken girls
So don't you ever forget
You cannot be defined by pain
You're too beautiful for that
Stay strong, broken girl
Nothing is ever really broken

What they want us to do:
Be slimmer
Be smarted
Be self-confident
Be spiritual

What they ask:
"Why aren't you eating?"
"Why are you always studying?"
"Why do you dress like a "****"?"
"Why are you always in church?"

What I say:
...

What my mind says:
"I'm trying my hardest but none of you see it. Each word you dig into me drains me each day. I know I am fat, I know I am dumb. I am trying to be like you but..
I...
just...
don't...
fit...
in...

When she has too get off the phone,
And your world crashes,
Because honestly all you want to hear,
Is her voice,
ugh..

When someone steals something you love,
Or steals someone you love it hurts,
The pain goes through your body,
You loose your breath and feel you break,
But she is mine and I will not let anyone have her,
Mine,
For me,
ALWAYS.

Out of all the girls,
She be the hottest,
Like the way she brake down,
I see you girl,
When she looking at me,
Yeah, she got my attention.