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Never base your decisions on the advice of the people who don't have to deal with the consequences. - Hannah
Never let the fear of striking out get in the way of winning the game. - Bo Jackson
Dear heart, I met a boy today?prepare to shatter. - Unknown
I dropped a tear in the ocean. When I find it I will stop loving you. - Unknown
How can someone make you feel so complete but leave you feeling so empty? - Unknown
I understand how you may feel. Just keep your head up and keep it real. - Unknown
In the end everything works out. If it hasn't worked out, it's because you haven't gotten to the end yet. - Unknown
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My Paint Brush by Kaeli
I keep my paint brush with me wherever I may go,
In case I need to cover up so the real me doesn't show.
I'm so afraid to show you me, afraid of what you'll think.
I'm afraid you'll laugh and say mean things, afraid I might lose you.
I'd like to remove all the layers to show you the real true me,
But I want you to try to understand I need you to like what you see.
So if you'll be patient, I'll remove the coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurt to let the real me show.
Now that my coats are all stripped off, I feel naked, bare, and cold;
And if you still find me pleasing, you are my friend pure as gold.
I need to save my paint brush though and hold it in my hand.
I need to keep it handy in case someone doesn't understand.
So please protect me my dear true friend, and thanks for loving me true;
And please let me keep my paint brush with me until I love me too.
My Life by Solomon
My confidence is dreary, and I'm becoming weary.
My life is like a drifting bag in the updrift.
My life is a blank book with new journal entries every day.
I need to find my path, my way.
I fit in wherever I go, but I can't hold on forever.
Life is short, and you should make the best of everything you do.
When Life Takes a Turn by Stephanie
When life takes a turn
There's a lesson that you will eventually learn.
You meet someone new
Out of the blue.
Someone who can take a frown
And turn it the other way around.
Someone who can give you butterflies
Someone who doesn't tell lies.
Nothing could feel better.
That's why I'm writing this letter.
Spilling out my thoughts
Thinking of my dreams.
It's never as good as it seems.
No, I'm just messin'
I'm trying to teach you that lesson.
But you'll eventually find out
What life is all about.
It takes a special someone
Who makes you happy and mad all at the same time.
But yet they're always there for you
Even when you feel, with life, you don't want to go through.
I know it's hard to imagine
To put up with all the hard and tragic.
But in the end, I can promise
That it feels like magic.
Happy Birthday by Rae Leigh
Today is my birthday.
No ice cream or cake!
The smile I wear is forced and fake!
Don't want a birthday this year.
Eight years old
On this sad day.
Full of fear.
Outside in the yard sounds of laughter and play.
Why is everyone so happy on this hated day?
Inside the house, all alone
I only came in to answer the phone!
Too late to hide!
Daddy stumbles and finds his way inside.
Locking the door,
He throws me to the floor
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG GIRL"
I have got something I want you to see.
Oh dear God please let me get free!
Closing my eyes this I pray
Daddy please don't hurt me this way!
With your hand over my mouth,
Unable to SHOUT.
Daddy why are you touching me this way?
Didn't anyone tell you it's my
Birthday today?
Life Goes On - Anonymous
You have to take the good with the bad,
Smile with the sad,
Love what you got and remember what you had,
Always forgive but never forget,
Learn from your mistakes but never regret,
People change; things go wrong,
Just remember?life goes on!!!
Back Again by Miss ReRe Da Queen
Back to this feeling again
Losing my mind again.
Angry all the time again
My happiness descends again.
Damn here I go again
Feeling really low again.
Loosing all control again
With nowhere to go again.
Looking to the sky again
Asking God WHY again.
I'm getting no reply again
I want to say good bye again.
Back to self-harm again
Scars on my arm again.
Suicide calls again
Tears and blood fall again.
The razor's in my hand again
Pain becomes my friend again.
It's looking like the end again
Because misery is back again.
True Confessions by John
I know that I have low self esteem,
Then I become angry and a bit mean.
I can lie my way out of trouble and say I didn't do it,
Then go to court and try to prove it.
I can have safe sex and still get her pregnant,
But what good would it do if I run away and say it's not me,
Then get the results back that say you're the daddy.
You can have a girl and break up with her,
But when she's with another guy you realize you still have feelings for her.
When we're living depressions,
Then comes our true confessions.
Another Statistic by Bree
I don't want to be another statistic,
Some suicidal teen
Who makes a choice to kill herself
When the world just seems too mean.
She can't go on with life,
Or so to her it seems.
Reality has fallen short,
And so have her many dreams.
I don't want to be another statistic,
Some pregnant little girl
Who met this great guy
And then gave sex a whirl.
She was only fifteen,
But it felt so right.
She thought they'd be together
For more than just a night.
I don't want to be another statistic,
Some kid strung out on crack
Who started at a party
And now he can't turn back.
First cigarettes and alcohol,
Now meth, crack, and cocaine.
He's been smoking it so long
That now he's gone insane.
I don't want to be another statistic,
Some girl left in the rain
Who was walking home from school
Then raped and left in pain.
She can't tell her parents,
And it hurts to tell her friends.
She doesn't know what she'll do
To make this nightmare end.
I don't want to be another statistic,
Some kid out of school
Who dropped out really early,
And was acting like a fool.
He thought that it was boring.
He thought that it was dumb.
He doesn't have an education,
But lives in the streets like a bum.
I don't want to be another statistic,
Some stereotypical teen.
I'm gonna make a difference;
I'll finish with my dream.
I won't end up pregnant,
On drugs or even dead.
I won't drop out of school
Because I'll use my head.
I don't want to be another statistic,
To fit into some mold
Of what society thinks of kids today
Because it's getting kind of old.
Not all of us are bad.
In fact, most of us are good.
When will the world see us
And give us credit like they should?
