:you and Your Perfect Life:

You and Your Perfect Life. You boast. Walking the halls like you're the host of this school. Well you're not. You smile. Everyone lovingly despises you but they always wanna stop and talk awhile. Well I won't. You laugh. There's not a care in your world. You don't have it tough. Well I do. You wink. At all the girls. I look at my self in the mirror, then aadd my tears to the bathroom sink. You don't. I cry. I'm depressed and nobody cares because they want you with them and me to die. Well I can't. I'm saying this to you. Because you don't deserve what you have. I'm saying this to you, Because I deserve better. You walk. Lazily not a care in the world or a worry in the mind. Fu*k. I want that. You have a perfect life. I don't. I have a sucky life. You don't. ...;.; Why? You are walking up to me, a frown on your face, now tainted with red. "You think I have a perfect life?" Yes. I m FED UP WITH THIS. "Yes. " "Do you want to rethink that?" I look down on you wrists, seeing them clenched. I don't reply and you growl. Pulling me into an empty hall, you strip off your jacket. I pale at the thought of what you are going to do. "Answer me. ANSWER ME GODDAMMIT(I am so sorry God)!!!!" "Yes. You have a perfect life. Everyone loves you. " I yell so much more. I can't remember what I'm saying. I can't say I know what I'm saying. Anymore. You pull of your t-shirt. I gasp. Red and dark purple bruises cover your body. Swollen and fresh scar marks cover your body. You turn around. Deep red new gashes seem to devour your skin. Some are oozing blood and I feel sick. Scars thin like razor blades cover your upper arms. The quote my mother told me before she died ran through my head. Life isn't about avoiding the things that make you feel scared, or uncomfortable, it's about conquering them and moving forward. Tears blur my eyes as I look back at him. "Yes, Hope. I have the perfect life. Yes, Hope. Everybody loves me." I shiver and slide down the wall I was leaning against. He squats down cradling my chin in his hand. "Make sure smile once in awhile. It will change your life view." You walk away. Leaving me there. Shivering. You cry. At night when your father, the mayor is beating you. I'm here Aspen. Run away with me.