PurpleBunnix

To the girl who skips dinner, Because her reflection hurts more than Starving. To the boy who wears sweatshirts On hot summer days, Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his Scars. To the boy who weeps uncontrollably Until he falls asleep, Because it’s the only way to escape into his Dreams. To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom, Because the dark is more peaceful than her Mind. To the child who gets angry, Because no one understands. To the teens who self-harm, To the ones in recovery, To the ones that just can’t do it anymore… Stay Strong. For the girl who skips meals And the boy who wears sw

Seriously. I understand your point of view, And I will let you finish, I will, But before I do, I want you to stop. Just stop for a second and, In the words of One Republic, 'stare' Well, not RUDELY of course, But take a moment to stop and stare at everything. Is it really getting better? With every facebook like, with every passage you spit. Is everything really getting better? I mean, I don't have the light of God inside me, Nor do I have some higher ideal to guide me. Man, I'm just some dumbass rapper living in a crappy apartment. I ain't even sold a single song. But from where I'm standing, Every day is just getting a litt

Tonight I'm going to stop you on the porch, we'll stand toe to toe the way we used to when the pulse that thrummed quick and strong through our veins sang out our young, unbridled hope. Our eyes will meet and, just like the first time, I'll take a moment to run my fingers through your shining thoughts and caress the sharp lines of your mind. I'll lean forward and press my lips onto the the flower-petal curve of your self-expression, and that will be enough for you to take me by the hand and lead me up the stairs. In the soft moonlight that filters through the trees and our gauzy curtains I'll unbutton your fears and slip them