I just want to be the number one girl in you life…
The only time she really cries,
Is when she is alone,
Sitting in the empty darkness,
Of her oh, so tiny home.
And no one knows her sorrow,
And no one feels her pain,
No one sees the emptiness,
Of this lost soul without a name.
Darkness all around her,
Pain on the inside,
But whenever she’s around them,
She must smile; but it’s a lie.
Staring in the distance,
She sees something shine bright,
She wanders over to see it,
The only thing she sees in the night.
A shining blade just sits there,
Tempting her once again,
It’s been years since she did it last,
When does this shit all end!?
Anger, pain and sadness,
Suddenly envelope her soul,
And there’s no way out she can see,
So she buries further in that hole.
That hole of empty darkness,
Where she can cry alone at night,
With a note beside her mattress,
And a blade that shined so bright.
Why is it in every movie, photo basically anything to do with advertisement or publicity all girls are like fucking size 6 and then when it comes to guys in movies it doesn’t matter if they’re old,fat or ugly because hell they’re funny and have a wicked sense of humor!
Why do girls have to grow up feeling like they are the worst things in the world because the have a bit of fat, they’re a size 14, their boobs don’t sit PERFECTLY perky on their chest. And why? Because movies, tv and magazines have shown us that you have to be skinny, big boob’d and accept anything a man gives you to be wanted by a guy.
Well you know what society? FUCK YOU! If I’m happy to be 6’ talk and a size 14 then so be it that’s what I’ll be. I’ve had a baby, my boobs aren’t massive, I have stretch marks and parts of my body I hate. But you know what? That makes me human. Makes me real and you can get fucked if you think I’m gonna change because you say so.
Scared you don’t mlove me