They say it’s only for girls,
So what does that make me?
Dad says it makes me less of a man.
As if I can change what I am.
As if I wanted this.
To feel this bad.
To be this skinny.
For so called guy friends to say I’m a puss.
The girls look at me strangely,
they only want someone’s whose strong.
But I’m weak.
I cry at night,
but is that also just for girls?
I didn’t ask for this,
I dont want to be this way.
It breaks me.
They try to change me, but they about it all the wrong way.
There’s a new girl at school,
I can tell she’s just like me.
But people help her, they tell her she’s strong.
Wheres my help, who cares about me?
I hate them, I hate her.
When I slit my wrists for the last time they all say they never saw it coming.
At my funeral the new girl’s there,
She brings a single white rose.
She puts it on my casket and whispers ‘Forgive me’.
Then she’s gone, silent as a ghost.
And then I’m alone forevermore.