To all the
Pleasure seekersThe
Pain killersThe
Authenticators of rebellionYour time has come
To be
Lovers not haters!
Saviors not fighters!Now
Is the timeTo be
BraveDig deep within yourself,
Find something to saveDon't just
Hide awayAnd let the ashes fall
Where they mayIt's time.
It's your obligationTo
Be
YouFor as long as time allows
So
Let your freak flag flyDon't let
The person
Next to youEffect how
You
See youSilence the voice
In your head.Because
It's wrong!You are
Beautiful!Thin!
Cute!Perfect in every way
Both inside and out!And well,
You're exactly
Who you're supposed to be!Now, take it from
MeIt's loud.
The voice of the
EnemySwinging
And swayingCrashing dreams
And burning bridges.You need to resist
That voice is not yours
It will
Kill your dreams
And make you cryBut you have to fight!
If not for you,
Then for me!
Or even your family.For all the people
Who's futures
Involve you
Sir or madamAnd if not for them.
Or you.
Then finally for me.Because, I would
Weep
At your funereal!
YOU ARE READING
No Attention Necessary
PoetrySelf harm. Not for anyone's attention. Not for anyone's sympathy. And especially not for anyone else's pathetic, weak, stupid stories!