The 24 Hour Girl 03/19/13
This is for the 12 am girl. The one who waits up or the whole world to go to sleep so that she can be free. So that she can break the chains that have binded her all day. So that she can shed tears that she's kept from falling down her face
This is for the 1 a.m girl. The one who's been held hostage by love. The one whose boyfriend doesn't appreciate her. The one who is blamed for overreacting. Bashed for being too prideful. What is there to expect when she's giving her all and he's still ungrateful. Baby girl gave herself up for him and this is what she gets
This is for the 2a.m. Girl. The one who waits up for a sign that her past never happened. The one who wished her chastity was never stolen; that her eyes were never opened
This is for the 3 a.m girl. The one who sits in the kitchen searching for her partner in crime. The one with the pointiest tip. The one with the best grip. The one that leaves the deepest scar to take away the pain that she's gone through thus far... This is her healing process: the band aid to her wound; the defroster for her cold heart
This is or the 4a.m girl. The one who has taunting dreams of her daddy . The one who looks for things to fill the void in her heart. The one who sometimes stays up hoping...that her dads arms were still wide open...to physically hold her. But he can't do that though... His love lives in her heart but her body; dreams and heaven are too far apart
This is for the 5 a.m girl. The one who finds comfort in the bathroom releasing every thing that she's consumed. The one whose mouth has conversations with the bathroom toilet. The one who hides measuring tape in the cabinet because her measurements aren't small enough
This is for the 6 a.m girl. The one who wakes up three hours early so that she can look just as good ; hoping to be better than the girl who stands beside her boyfriend in a social network picture. The girl whose boyfriend doesn't always tell her she's beautiful. The one who wishes her boyfriend would look at her the same way he used to.
This is for the 7am girl. The one who wears her scars as sleeves on her arms because that's all she's covered with. The one who can only afford knives. The one who's story has never been told. The one whose eyes say hurt; whose smile says pride; whose scars say abandoned; whose heart is gone.
This is for the 8am pause button. In between now and 11pm these girls are not living. They walk around pretending. You won't see their battles; you won't see their scars. When they introduce themselves they will never really tell you who they are. This is for that girl; the one who everybody wants to sleep with but nobody wants to deal with. This is for the 24 hour girl.
It's 11:59 now. The world is going to sleep, but will somebody stay up and knock on the door of the 24 hour girl who waits for 12am to weep. It's 12am now. She's alive but nobody really knows she's dying.
Are you too a 24 hour girl?
This is for the 1 a.m girl. The one who's been held hostage by love. The one whose boyfriend doesn't appreciate her. The one who is blamed for overreacting. Bashed for being too prideful. What is there to expect when she's giving her all and he's still ungrateful. Baby girl gave herself up for him and this is what she gets
This is for the 2a.m. Girl. The one who waits up for a sign that her past never happened. The one who wished her chastity was never stolen; that her eyes were never opened
This is for the 3 a.m girl. The one who sits in the kitchen searching for her partner in crime. The one with the pointiest tip. The one with the best grip. The one that leaves the deepest scar to take away the pain that she's gone through thus far... This is her healing process: the band aid to her wound; the defroster for her cold heart
This is or the 4a.m girl. The one who has taunting dreams of her daddy . The one who looks for things to fill the void in her heart. The one who sometimes stays up hoping...that her dads arms were still wide open...to physically hold her. But he can't do that though... His love lives in her heart but her body; dreams and heaven are too far apart
This is for the 5 a.m girl. The one who finds comfort in the bathroom releasing every thing that she's consumed. The one whose mouth has conversations with the bathroom toilet. The one who hides measuring tape in the cabinet because her measurements aren't small enough
This is for the 6 a.m girl. The one who wakes up three hours early so that she can look just as good ; hoping to be better than the girl who stands beside her boyfriend in a social network picture. The girl whose boyfriend doesn't always tell her she's beautiful. The one who wishes her boyfriend would look at her the same way he used to.
This is for the 7am girl. The one who wears her scars as sleeves on her arms because that's all she's covered with. The one who can only afford knives. The one who's story has never been told. The one whose eyes say hurt; whose smile says pride; whose scars say abandoned; whose heart is gone.
This is for the 8am pause button. In between now and 11pm these girls are not living. They walk around pretending. You won't see their battles; you won't see their scars. When they introduce themselves they will never really tell you who they are. This is for that girl; the one who everybody wants to sleep with but nobody wants to deal with. This is for the 24 hour girl.
It's 11:59 now. The world is going to sleep, but will somebody stay up and knock on the door of the 24 hour girl who waits for 12am to weep. It's 12am now. She's alive but nobody really knows she's dying.
Are you too a 24 hour girl?
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