I Am
I am like glass
Fragile and easily broken
I am like dirt
Walked on by the people who feel they are more important than me
By people who don’t think about me being there until they get dirty
I am like paper
crumbled up and tossed aside
Like a pair of old ripped up jeans thrown out and given away
All of this is damage
Damage to the person that risks everything to be like you
To a person that just wants to fit in and be normal
When you damage something, it can never be the same as it was before
Yeah you may replace pieces of it or patched it up
But it's not the same
Words are like knives and swords
Cutting away at our hearts and feelings
Attacking people and making them feel alone
Making us feel like we will never find someone to love us
Like we are a wrong piece to an unfinished puzzle
Like a book without a happy ending
Like a song where the words don’t quite fit the style or rhythm
We are ticking time-bombs waiting to blow
Waiting for the moment when we break and fall
Into the depths off a cliff and into the shards of a broken heart
Don’t tell me to suck it up
You think saying it won’t hurt will somehow stop the pain
Don’t tell me I’m wrong to feel this way
When there’s no right way otherwise
Try telling a kid whose life sucks so bad
The only thing that hurts less than people
Is the scars on his arms cutting away the pain
That he is wrong
Tell the girl who feels she will only ever be happy if she is dead
that people care about her
She won’t believe you
She’s been torn and scarred too many times
By those who don’t care to ever think someone did
To her it's like saying the sky is green
Or that grass is red
That someday the pain ends
She can only dream of the day she dies of a broken heart
She feels the only answer to her problem is by killing herself
And all her family does is look away
She has no friends to help her
Or the boy who was sent to a mental institution by his parents
Thinking that a doctor could prescribe him with medication
As if the bruises on his heart were less important
Than the stabbing wound in his leg
But what all of these kids have in common besides the wretched bullies
Is the beauty that can’t be seen by themselves
A beauty that is easily seen by those with a similar life
But harder to see by everyone else
And because its hard to see we pretend it isn’t there
We don’t try to see it because it takes to much effort
Too much strain
Too much heart
If you think you don’t belong in this world
Please, think again
Because there is someone out there, somewhere waiting for you
And if you disappear, there’s nothing left for them to search for
I am like a door
Ready to be opened by the person
Searching for the one thing they live for.