Dear fucked society,Dear fucked up society,
Why do you take our rights?
Our human rights?
To who we love?
To who we are.. To our image?
You force images down our throat;
Images of airbrushed, false looking
people. You want people to look
more skinny and cause anorexia,
More along the hidden line that
you dig under the ground like
a dead forgotten body yet always there
You show us that its not right to be gay,
lesbian, bi-sexual or transgendered..
And then wonder why the suicide rate is
so fucking high. You cause the nightmares
and terrors of our family not accepting us
Rose in her hand...I saw a girl she was there for days
sitting at the pavement
Not talking or looking around at anyone
She had a dark red rose in her hands
She was holding it so hard that the thorns
were digging into her skin..
I asked her "Are you alright?" She looked up, then back down at the rose, breathed in to say "Yes, I'm quite alright thank you." She was shaking, her hands were cut dripping with blood from the thorns. I told her "Don't clench it so hard, its fragile and your bleeding" She looked down further and shakily said "..Maybe.. Maybe I want to bleed" I got shocked at this and backed off I didn't want to make anything worse..
A few days went by..
The girl wasn't around,
I knew whereabouts she lived
So I went to see if she was okay
I saw a rose on the grass outside
her house.. Below a window..
A half open window, with the curtains
Drawn only about two inches
Missing you..I miss you.. I miss the scent of you..
You're clothes.. The warmth of your body
Holding you in my arms was all I could
wish for.. No matter the length of time
I could do it for hours, years, centuries
It wouldn't matter.. As long as you were here
I didn't think I needed you just to make me
feel better.. To stop me crying..
Whenever someone makes me upset
I just want you right here, right now..
Telling me "Its okay.."
Now that's just a memory..
I need you to be with me can't you see?
How happy we used to be?!
You left me.. Torn and ripped..
Why? Did I deserve the pain?
Do I deserve each tear?