When he walks to school hearing voices that tell him to stay home
He pushes on hoping that the day will bring him something
Something to hold on to, some sort of knowledge
Something to let him know that he isn't nothing.
He gets through the day and walks home alone
Fighting back the scenes of his arguing parents from the night before
But he can't.
The scenes are too strong, the emotions to painful.
Wondering if it is him, if he is the cause.
When he gets home he finds his mom on the floor
and his father abusing her without pause.
He moves away and runs from the home
Not sure where he is going but he wants to be alone.
Wants to rid himself of the emptiness he feels when he breathes.
The emptiness when he sleeps but it holds him till his limbs freeze.
She
The girl who has lots of friends who know her none.
Who smile with her everyday thinking she is having fun,
not knowing that those smiles are keeping her back.
Keeping her back on this world preventing her from listening to the voice that says run.
The boys that want to be with her for her looks and when she says no,
they ridicule her and say things like she's too uptight.
They don't know that the boys in her life have left her hanging.
That her father is the reason she is crying all night.
But they fight.
When all odds are against them and when all the world seems to grey.
They push forward and push harder each day into the fray.
The wounds invisible, the scars taken as an excuse to call them weird, to be feared or worse...to make them feel unwanted.
But they are here.
And here they should stay, because the world may not know this but they do.
They know that there are others like them who need to be heard, to be let out to the world be true.
But society cannot handle such strength if it is not visible. What stays in the mind must be of there own doing.
Never mind the hate and anger, the depression and anguish, never mind the thoughts of death accruing.
They hold on.
Hold on that they may find that person, that someone to help them or for them to help.
To look to the skies and see the blue and not the grey. To see the stars and not the darkness of the night.
To be able to live without the sickness consuming them from the inside. To be able to stand when others, when those, when they...when they don't know the fight.
