get a better mirror,
look a little closer,
stare a little longer.
because there is something inside you that made you keep trying, despite everyone who told you to quite. You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself, you signed it,
"They were wrong."
Because maybe you didnt belong to a group or a clique. Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything. Maybe you use to bring bruises and broken teeth to show and tell, but never told, because how can you hold your ground when everyone around you wants to burry you beneath it.
You have to belive that they were wrong.
They have to be wrong.
and if you can't see
anything beautiful about yourself,
get a better mirror,
look a little closer
and
stare a little longer
because there's
something inside you that made
you keep trying,
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your
broken heart,
and signed it yourself.
you signed it
"they were wrong"
I'm not the only kid who grew up this way,
surrounded by people who used to
say that rhyme about sticks and stones,
as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called.
And we got called them all,
so we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with
us,
that we’d be lonely forever,
that we’d never meet someone to make us feel like the sun
was something they built for us in their tool shed.
So broken heart strings bled the blues as we tried to empty
ourselves,
so we would feel nothing.
Don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone,
that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away,
that there’s no way for it to
metastasize.
Jesse: I Have A jesus d!ck
Angel: Yeah lets see it!
Shane: Stands up Alright u asked for it
**Shows off his abs**
Teacher: What the heck are u 5 up 2 this time?
Me: LMAO
Kirsten:Oh u know
Emmitts being emmitt
Shanes being a man Wh0r3 and Well jesses Being Jesus
Angel is being the devil Angel is
Our teacher wouldnt stop laughing xD
