the pills made me feel something when the boys didn't.

i was told i could be anything,
so i chose to be a feminist
because
when i suggested my father help with the laundry,
my mother told me i was crazy.
because
meghan tranior's "all about that bass"
is telling bigger girls to be comfortable in their own skin
because skinny girls already do, right?
because
i'd like to make as much as my male coworkers.
because
i was laughed at for wanting to be a doctor instead of a housewife.
because
people look at me strange when i say i don't want kids.
because
when i gave a speech about feminism in my english class,
i was called a man-hater.
because
"my shoulders distract the boy's education".
because
my mom shouldn't have to worry
about what goes in my drink at concerts.

i will be a feminist until
i can tell my boyfriend
"no babe, i'd rather watch the movie"
and i am not told
"you're depriving him of his needs".
until
my body is my body.
until
i no longer have to carry pepper spray on a keychain.
until
women in foreign countries can vote and drive.
until
woman means human.
until
we understand **** culture
and feminism isn't just about women,
it's about humans.

I'm not upset that you lied to me, I'm upset that from now on I can't believe you!

Nothing matters, But somehow you did, and always will. <3

I feel alone and scared,
My past haunts me every day,
But the music understands me.
I cry when I'm alone,
Because I want to die,
But the music understands me.
I may be smiling on the outside,
But I'm crying on the inside,
And the music understands me.
With all that I have been through,
I'm surprised that I'm still sane,
And the music understands me.
Nothing seems to ease my pain,
So I'm forced to cover it,
But the music understands me.
Sometimes I can't,
And I get overcome,
But the music understands me.
I like the pain that I can control,
And I love the rain,
Because it's good to cry in,
But I never have to cry with music,
Because the music understands me.

I’m not perfect…
But I  sure do try...
I make mistakes all the time,
I do have regrets- a lot
They consume me sometimes.

I try to be strong
Brave through it all
I say sorry when I can
Try to accept when I’ve wronged.

I do my best with forgiveness,
Letting go of the past…
To enjoy what I have…
And smile as well

I love all I can
And treat each person as a treasure
At times I make tears
Other times I am hurtful…

I don’t mean to be this way,
But this is who I am
I’m Flawed and imperfect…
And I hope that’s okay.
Because I'm trying..

Because that's how it all started,
She said I'll only do it once,
Until she feels the stinging,
The burning,
The red trail going all the way down her wrist,
And she does it again, and again,
Deeper, and deeper,
Until her vision is going dark and blurry,
She can't feel anything anymore,
Not even the own stinging,
She cries,
But no one wants to help,
Until it's to late,
With a note left to read,
You all chipped in to **** me,
Each and Everyone of you,
You all have accomplished a ******..

Everyday around quarter past three,
you burst into the bathroom searching for me,
I get hidden by your mother while you are away,
hidden, unused for most of the day,
I feel your anger as your hand grips me tight,
I'm the one & only thing that helps you sleep at night,
I live to put scars upon your wrist,
I leave my mark I'm proud of this,
I watch as the beautiful red blood pattern drips,
and runs off the ends of your fingertips,
what possesses humans to act like this,
to scream, cry & cut their wrists,
but for now my job is clear
the reason that I was brought here
to relieve the pain
to sit by the window and watch the rain,
up until around quarter past three
when you burst into the bathroom searching for me...