The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
this girl I know...

you�re waiting for something to happen
someone to breathe happiness into your world
makes me wish I could do it for you
this girl I know
why are her eyes so sad?

telling me you�re not beautiful
who told you that?
I wonder if you know how beautiful you really are
even in your imperfection
the scars on your arm
the scars on your soul
this girl I know
so beautiful
so strange
so alone

razorsharp fingernails
digging in your skin
do you know you�re cutting me too?
with a razor so real
I wonder if you�re trying to destroy yourself?
don�t take me down with you
this girl I know...
how much can she take?

it hurts me to see
she's hurting herself
I wish things were easier
for you and me
and this girl I know
Stop staring

Even from across the room
I feel your disappointment
stop staring at me
you can't see what's going on inside
you can't see how I really feel
stop staring at me
I dont let you in
you lost the right to know
long ago
stop staring at me
you only see my faults
how I don�t measure up
now I don�t bother
I don�t let you see anything else
only the ways I let you down
stop staring at me
you don�t know me anyway
No Answer

whores at school
shouting out to me
selling their bodies for thoughts
whores in public
loving every minute
as long as you're watching
whores in my head
selling my spirit
and all those thoughts
that always disappear
the whore in me
wants to bleed
crying for me
selling herself
dying for me
will you die for me?
pretty in the sunshine

and every time you smile
you're screaming on the inside
dancing in the sunshine
screaming on the inside
and you wonder
if anybody can hear you

and in the end does it matter?
happiness is just something you invent
so you can make believe everything's fine
dancing in the sunshine
screaming on the inside
and when the sun goes down
you go to bed every night crying
staring at the ceiling
wondering what you did to deserve it
trying to forget
what you did to deserve it

and on the inside you're screaming
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