Imissmykitten

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Why am i so fucking sensitive today? It seems like even the slightest raise in someones voice and im gonna burst into tears.

Imissmykitten

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Haven't been on in awhile. Sorry about that. Been busy getting fucked over by the school. At a new school now. Apparently an " Alternative school". I guess my attendance wasn't good enough or some shit. I'm sick of trying to please other people. I'm done.

Imissmykitten

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I can swear, I can joke
          I say what's on my mind
          If I drink, if I smoke
          I keep up with the guys
          And you see me holding up my middle finger to the world
          Fuck your ribbons and your pearls
          'Cause I'm not just a pretty girl
          I'm more than just a picture
          I'm a daughter and a sister
          Sometimes it's hard for me to show
          That I'm more than just a rumor
          Or a song on your computer
          There's more to me than people know
          Some days I'm broke, some days I'm rich
          Some days I'm nice, some days I can be a bitch
          Some days I'm strong, some days I quit
          I don't let it show, but I've been through some shit
          I can swear, I can joke
          I say what's on my mind
          If I drink, if I smoke
          I keep up with the guys
          And you see me holding up my middlefinger to the world
          Fuck your ribbons and your pearls
          'Cause I'm not just a pretty girl
          I'm more than just a number
          I'm a hater, I'm a lover
          Sometimes it's hard for me to show
          That I'm more than just a title
          Or a comment going viral
          There's more to me than people know
          Some days I'm broke, some days I'm rich
          Some days I'm nice, some days I can be a bitch
          Some days I'm strong, some days I quit
          I don't let it show, but I've been through some shit
          I can swear, I can joke
          I say what's on my mind
          If I drink, if I smoke
          I keep up with the guys
          And you see me holding up my middlefinger to the world
          Fuck your ribbons and your pearls
          'Cause I'm not just a pretty girl
          I'm not just a pretty girl, yeah
          I'm not just a pretty girl
          No I'm not just a pretty girl
          I can swear, I can joke
          I say what's on my mind
          If I drink, if I smoke
          I keep up with the guys
          And you see me holding up my middlefinger to the world
          Fuck your ribbons and your pearls
          'Cause I'm not just a pretty girl
          I'm not just a pretty girl, yeah
          I'm not just a pretty girl
          I'm not just a pretty girl
          I'm not just a pretty girl

Imissmykitten

Life is crappy
          We all know that 
          but most people fake a smile 
          and try to slip through it.      
          Why can’t I do that? 
          I draw to much attention to myself. 
          I’m to loud 
          I’m to big  
          I’m to stupid to hide. 
          
          The voices in my head have to leave. 
          I’m getting better 
          The voices are quieter. 
          All I hear is Go Go Go. 
          Stay Stay Stay. 
          I’m stuck in one place 
          not sure where to turn 
          i’m in my head all blank 
          
          Trapped. 
          No doors 
          No windows
          I’m Trapped. 
          The cage is small and cramped. 
          That’s life. 
          Trying to be accepted 
          I’m done. 
          I have broken the box. 
          I will not be put in a box or I will bite
          I will not be changed or I willl kick and scream. 
          I’m not Trapped. Not anymore.

Imissmykitten

The instructor said to let the words flow onto the page.
           How? 
          All my words have been used up. 
          Screaming for help when no one’s listening. 
          Bruises and cuts I can’t control,
          The normals pushing me out the the door. 
          “ Be who you want to be not who you are.” 
          I guess who I am isn’t good enough. 
          Being sad is hard yes but depression is harder. 
          Hiding behind a mask
          To afraid to show my true self. 
          The mask is temporary. 
          
          Every once in awhile it breaks letting my demons free. 
          I like being normal but i can’t. 
          I’m helpless and unsafe by myself. 
          My throat is hoarse my eyes are wet 
          Everyone no need to fret
          
          Everything is fine. 
          I know what I would leave behind. 
          I don’t need help 
          I don’t need saving.
           I’ve fixed everything. 
          My voice is loud, I am strong. 
          I am my own savior and I found more words in my soul. 
          
          I hope this can help people going through hard times.