Beaten Beautiful
You'll never understand just how beautiful you are
when every time that he tells you, you have a new scar.
No remorse behind his strike as your blood covers the floor.
Your love isn't enough; he always wants more.
He leaves bruises on your body, your mind, and your eyes
and when he's done with your beatings, he yells over your cries,
"You don't know what I've been through," he yells and he says,
"You don't know what I've done for you," and he hits you again.
It's all coming clear now, but you put your tears aside
as you see five branded fingers dug into your side.
You're feeling it all now, but still you don't cry.
You are too beautiful and deserve more than that guy.
when every time that he tells you, you have a new scar.
No remorse behind his strike as your blood covers the floor.
Your love isn't enough; he always wants more.
He leaves bruises on your body, your mind, and your eyes
and when he's done with your beatings, he yells over your cries,
"You don't know what I've been through," he yells and he says,
"You don't know what I've done for you," and he hits you again.
It's all coming clear now, but you put your tears aside
as you see five branded fingers dug into your side.
You're feeling it all now, but still you don't cry.
You are too beautiful and deserve more than that guy.
That... Bad Man
I was so little not a care win the world.
I was so stupid. A stupid little girl.
I never knew what you were doing was wrong.
Not like I could stop you, I was weak. I was young.
You knew to wait until mom was away.
It's hard to forget, even 'til today.
Over ten years. A decade. The past.
Though, the memories still stab me like sharp, broken glass.
You're sick and you're wrong and I wish you would die.
But, I'd still have the memories of that scary, old guy.
Who when mommy wasn't looking, would kill me inside.
I wish you'd never touched me, so I could be more alive...
I was so stupid. A stupid little girl.
I never knew what you were doing was wrong.
Not like I could stop you, I was weak. I was young.
You knew to wait until mom was away.
It's hard to forget, even 'til today.
Over ten years. A decade. The past.
Though, the memories still stab me like sharp, broken glass.
You're sick and you're wrong and I wish you would die.
But, I'd still have the memories of that scary, old guy.
Who when mommy wasn't looking, would kill me inside.
I wish you'd never touched me, so I could be more alive...
My "Best Friend"
I needed you most and you left me behind.
All those pathetic tears tears you made me cry
show how weak my heart really is.
I'm just glad to know that I won't be missed.
You're so stupid. It's true, you know?
Hate me, leave me just 'cause I have to go?
I'm leaving for me, not for you!
My life is mine, not controlled by two.
My decisions are mine and I'll make them alone.
I don't need you to shove me out in the cold.
The cold is for those; lied to and left.
You broke me. You hurt me. You're a happiness theft.
But, I am done caring. I'm not looking back.
I told you, leaving me, you will regret.
I was right and you want me back.
Screw you. I'm gone. I already left.
All those pathetic tears tears you made me cry
show how weak my heart really is.
I'm just glad to know that I won't be missed.
You're so stupid. It's true, you know?
Hate me, leave me just 'cause I have to go?
I'm leaving for me, not for you!
My life is mine, not controlled by two.
My decisions are mine and I'll make them alone.
I don't need you to shove me out in the cold.
The cold is for those; lied to and left.
You broke me. You hurt me. You're a happiness theft.
But, I am done caring. I'm not looking back.
I told you, leaving me, you will regret.
I was right and you want me back.
Screw you. I'm gone. I already left.
Bittersweet Laughter
Jokes are spat throughout the room.
I laugh so hard my face turns blue.
Though, inside I'm dying; so broken and sore.
But, still I keep smiling and don't look at the floor.
My friends never notice, so my job's done well.
Even the sorrow behind my eyes never seem to tell.
Sometimes they worry, and ask me what's wrong.
"Nothing." "I'm fine" the words flow out my tongue,
swift with the fluency of a speaking pro.
The laughter continues but my sadness still grows.
I laugh so hard my face turns blue.
Though, inside I'm dying; so broken and sore.
But, still I keep smiling and don't look at the floor.
My friends never notice, so my job's done well.
Even the sorrow behind my eyes never seem to tell.
Sometimes they worry, and ask me what's wrong.
"Nothing." "I'm fine" the words flow out my tongue,
swift with the fluency of a speaking pro.
The laughter continues but my sadness still grows.
I Can Never Decide
What is it that I want from this life? What is it that I want in the world?
I'm tired of being the one left behind; tired of being just "that one girl."
So, now I wish to take my being and make myself remembered.
Sixteen years is quite a long time, but the timeline must be dismembered
to pick apart the days of my past and find something I've done
from the day I live now all the way back to time I had just begun.
Baby steps is what I'll take, but I swear, I'll find it in leaps!
I'll stay up at night, thinking of my life, while the world around me sleeps.
Insomnia reaps my body- as my mind is hard at work
With heavy eyes and a body so drowsy, I dare to make a smirk.
I know my life is beautiful, no matter what I've done.
I realize now, I have so much time. My life has just begun!
So, as I stare at the stars at night, my thoughts are sometimes whirled,
asking what it is I want from life and what I want from the world.
A smile and a frown on my face seem to coincide...
What is it that I want from life? ... I can never decide!
I'm tired of being the one left behind; tired of being just "that one girl."
So, now I wish to take my being and make myself remembered.
Sixteen years is quite a long time, but the timeline must be dismembered
to pick apart the days of my past and find something I've done
from the day I live now all the way back to time I had just begun.
Baby steps is what I'll take, but I swear, I'll find it in leaps!
I'll stay up at night, thinking of my life, while the world around me sleeps.
Insomnia reaps my body- as my mind is hard at work
With heavy eyes and a body so drowsy, I dare to make a smirk.
I know my life is beautiful, no matter what I've done.
I realize now, I have so much time. My life has just begun!
So, as I stare at the stars at night, my thoughts are sometimes whirled,
asking what it is I want from life and what I want from the world.
A smile and a frown on my face seem to coincide...
What is it that I want from life? ... I can never decide!