Get to know her.

This fat, ugly, beast looking for love.
No on wants her so she floats above.
Is she a woman, is she a man.
Teased and laughed at, they called her Dan.
Men tried to use her for the pleasure.
Made her believe what they had was something to treasure.
She carved it in her arms, legs, and chest.
Hurt herself till the purple was at its best.

This fat, ugly, monster had little friends.
No one really that could see her hands.
She talked to almost no one at school.
But on the weekends she was another. Just to fool.
Tried so hard to numb the pain.
But it was only more weight she could gain.
Never wanted to look in the mirror.
The disgusting face filled her with fear.

This fat, ugly, girl no one had heard.
Just coughed on and spit on. Just a nerd.
It's to late to save her now.
People succeeded, so they should take a bow.
They hurt her, hurt her deep.
Ending the pain, she went to sleep.
She was beautiful, loving, and kind.
People just saw her outside. They where blind.
Only fifteen, lost all hope. Such a young human being.
She is now one of those hanging from the ceiling.

                                         -Jennifer Pantoja

Sometimes it hurts to breathe
It's like all of my depression is weighing down my lungs
Making it harder for me to breathe
All of my demons taking the breath out of my lungs
Killing me slowly
Filling my head with bad thoughts
Making me want to die more
No matter what anyone says to make me feel better
The voices will get worse
Pushing me over the edge
No matter how hard I try to stay
The voices will always be there

Just a cut.

Just a scratch.

"What's that mark?"

It was the cat.

Just an excuse.

Just a lie.

"What's with all the bracelets?"

Just a fashion, why?

Just a tear.

Just a scream.

"Why are you crying."

Just a bad dream.

It's not just a cut, or a scratch, or a lie.

It's always "just one more" until you die.