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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hard to Believe
[time] => 2014-06-26 12:37:00
[hometext] => ***Important to understand that this is an important issue... Always treat others with kindness!!!***
[bodytext] => When she wanders through the halls all day with a smile plastered on her frozen face I find it extraordinarily hard to believe That he doesn’t know it’s a mask And when he asks about the bloody scars on her wrist And she says, “Please, don’t be ridiculous!” I find it extraordinarily hard to believe That he really thinks it’s her cat And when she musters up the courage to ask him out And she looks in his eyes and he sees all the doubt She finds it extraordinarily hard to believe That she’d fail if she were to guess Because in her mind he sees her all scars and all broken She forgets that she’s gorgeous and smart and outspoken She finds it extraordinarily hard to believe That he would ever say yes When she tugs on her sleeve, uncomfortably Trying to hide what he doesn’t want to see He finds it extraordinarily hard to believe That she’s still standing there And when he pulls her close and he looks in her eyes Just him and just her; there’s no more disguises He finds it extraordinarily hard to believe That she thinks that he doesn’t care But let’s pause Take a step back And think about this for a minute Because I bet you think she’s just over dramatic The scars and the tears are just mere theatrics You would find it extraordinarily hard to believe That any of this is true You say it enough and she starts to believe it “What’s wrong with me?” she asks; she changes and changes But you’re trying extraordinarily hard not to believe me When I say it’s because of you It wasn’t her looks or her attitude either Her “overdramatics” were overly minor She wasn’t looking for romance; she was looking for love She’d be willing to accept it no matter where it came from Because she never received it from anywhere else And she knows you don’t mean it when you say, “Be Yourself!” Because herself wasn’t good enough and that’s how she felt And because no one ever told her, she killed herself And with the blood on the floor and the rope on the door And the gun in her dresser, she had options and more And when you look down at her grave and you say it’s her fault Because suicide is selfish and she did it without thought You can look at the parents who just lost their child The boyfriend who thinks it’s his fault and then lie And say that you’re sorry for their loss, but you don’t understand That although you didn’t pull the trigger, her blood is still on your hands Because how can suicide be selfish when she thought it was a favor When you can look me in the eye and say that she did it for her Then I guess you can answer me this: Through all the unkind words and unfair judgements year after year after year How was it her who took the easy way out when you didn’t stand up because of fear It was a choice that you made to save yourself and I hope that your guilt never ends And don’t you dare pretend that you were thinking of her You think suicide is selfish, but tell me, would you prefer to be living in your own personal hell on earth Wishing for love, but thinking you don’t deserve it Sitting there wondering, “What’s wrong with me?” And with no one who answers, you answer yourself And you decide, everything he said was a lie You think, “I’m ugly, I’m fat, I’m stupid, I’m worthless and now I’m complaining How could I be so selfish?” But most of all, you think to yourself “Why can’t I do it? Why do I hate myself?” But then you decide, as you uncap the bottle And apologize once more for wasting the Tylenol But you figure they won’t care when they find out what it’s for At least not when they find out they don’t have to deal with you anymore. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 273 [topic] => 36 [informant] => LizNovot14 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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