Kelly
آپ probably would never guess that I was in a rehab centre at 17. But I was and I’ll never forget it. I’ll always remember the stupid things they thought would fix us like art therapy and addiction themed movie nights. I remember Shirley. I remember Jason, Olivia, Christopher and Eva. They were my cure. Even though they were as fucked up as I was, maybe more, they taught me everything I needed to know to change into this woman I am now. I am a business woman. I work long hours and the only stress I have now is from work. Not from needing a drink یا a line یا a boy I hardly know to make me forget my own problems. I don’t have problems now. I pretty much left them when I left that place. It wasn’t all fine and dandy the سیکنڈ I graduated but it was easier. I was lighter, and everything was clearer once I encouraged myself to believe that I was worth something. I deserved a life. I deserved a place in this world. So that’s what I did. I made myself a place instead of a drink and I put real thoughts inside my head instead of blurry whispers that were voiced سے طرف کی my addiction. I’m not a role model, but I’m a survivor. I don’t make huge commitments but I know now that I’m capable of it.
Olivia
It was hard becoming a mother when really I never had one. I had no گزشتہ experience. I had absolutely no recollection of a warm and loving childhood. Sure, it was better after I reconnected with my father, and yeah, maybe I had found a new respect for my baby brother, but there was no one there to really understand simple things like finding the right outfit for my first تاریخ یا the severity of my period cramps. No one to brush the hair away from my face when I was crying about school, friends, boys, یا the overwhelming absence of the only true دوستوں I ever had. It was all new to me, and I must say, I am an exceptional mother. Compared to mine, I am mother Theresa. I love my children for who they are and never once did it occur to me to slip them some strong prescription pain meds to keep their weight slightly under average. I would love them even if they were the fattest, most ugliest kids on the planet. I may have failed at overcoming my obsessive compulsive disorder but it is tremendously better. I have never once gone back to the darkest time of my life where I actually had a seizure because I was so skinny. Having 3 kids assured that I would never quite be in tip سب, سب سے اوپر shape again. I’m a soccer mom. I buy family value groceries and I help my kids with their homework. I don’t make sure they record their calories. I make sure that they have everything I didn’t.
Jason
When my father died, I didn’t go to his funeral. I maybe thought I would regret it but when he all but killed me he didn’t come to my funeral. I do not regret it. I did not love that man. Like my old friend Olivia, only half my parents really cared about me. I honestly think my father read the “Parenting for Dummies” and followed it to a t. And I never forgot Kelly. Maybe I loved her, maybe not. I, Jason Ford, am not my father, and I will never forgive myself for putting an innocent girl in that position. Most of all I remember Christopher. Christopher made it seem possible to actually change. Good little church boy, about to smash a guy’s skull open with a chair, and there I am, tough-guy/douche-bag stepping right in to stop him from doing something he’d regret. I sincerely cared about Christopher. I didn’t want him to hate himself for the rest of his life like I thought I would for hurting my little sister. But I don’t blame myself anymore. I really just want to help. I’m a councillor now. Can آپ believe it? A fucking councillor! But I learned everything I know from Shirley. I’m no longer tough-guy Jason, but I’m also not this new mushy-sensitive Jason. I’m just Jason, and I am not my father.
Eva
Do آپ remember? When everything was a سوال and nothing was an answer. Now there are new جوابات around every corner. There are جوابات to سوالات آپ never even thought to ask. Do آپ remember when she was hanging on سے طرف کی a thread? When she was so lost that the girl and her father tried desperately every chance they got just to listen to each other? Now they hear everything because she says everything. That girl that thought she would forever be silent poured her دل into pages preserving every last painful thought until it wasn’t painful anymore. Pain just disappeared along with all the questions. She still misses her mother. She still gets shaky at parties when all the other grownups are drinking but the child inside of her knows what the adult should never be exposed to. But the best thing about this new girl is that she knows she’s beautiful. And she gets told that every دن سے طرف کی her best friend. Her best friend is like kindness personified. He is light and hopeful and caring and they’ve known each other since the first دن of the hell that would change their lives forever. So don’t ever forget it. Don’t ever forget the darkness that came before the light because then you’ll never even know if you’re slipping away again. Do آپ remember? Don’t forget it.
Christopher
It feels like it’s been so long right? But then again it hasn’t. It feels like forever پہلے that I was letting myself go to be taken advantage of just to get high right under my dear mother’s nose. But it feels like just yesterday that I found Val and she was helping me find my own path. One where I could assume that my god will always forgive me. My god doesn’t judge me but loves me and everything that I do. I have a boyfriend now and he’s nothing like Todd. He’s مزید like Jason, Kelly, Eva, and Olivia all put together because they are me. I’m with someone who understands me. I know I deserve that. If someone asked me today what I wanted to be when I was 16 I would have been like “…” oh wait I didn’t know anything when I was 16. All I knew was drugs, shame, confusion, hurt, and a whole wide world that I feared because I hadn’t had half the experiences of a regular 16 سال old guy. But im not scared of the world anymore. Really, I’m not scared of anything. There’s nothing that will reduce me to that confused little church boy strung out on meth that didn’t even know what it felt like to get angry. I am who I am. I am beautiful just like Eva. I am strong just like Jason. I am determined just like Kelly. I am adaptable just like Olivia. And I will never forget that for a second.
Kelly
It sounds crazy even to me, but I’m clean.
Olivia
I have no time to ruin myself. I’m too busy living my own perfect happy life. Being clean is so much better than being… dirty.
Jason
Yep I’m clean. But not everyone is yet. I’m here to help them.
Eva
And at last, finally after all that hard work, she was pure. She was clean.
Christopher
I’m shiny, brand new. I’m clean with only the underlying memories of when I wasn’t.
Ariel from The Little Mermaid
Aurora from Sleeping Beauty
Belle from The Beauty And The Beast
Cinderella from Cinderella
Esmeralda from The Hunchback Of Notre Dame
Jane from Tarzan
Jasmine from Aladdin
Kida from Atlantis: The Lost Empire
Megara from Hercules
Merida from Brave
Mulan from Mulan
Mulan as a Male
Nala from The Lion King
Pocahontas from Pocahontas
Rapunzel from Rapunzel
Snow White from Snow White And The Seven Dwarves
Tiana from The Princess And The Frog
Tinkerbell from Peter Pan
People down every turn
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a چھری in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
Pain inside their hearts
A girl with scars on her wrists
A boy with a چھری in his chest
She hides in the dark
Wondering when the pain with end
He stands up to fight in defense
Only to get knocked back down again
She fights with her parents
They don't wanna support the child
She's left to fend for herself in the cold
Alone with the child
Do we see what we are doing when we say the things we say?
Do we see who we are hurting with the actions that we're taking?
What we need
Are broken families reconciled
We need hearts to mend, scars to heal and battles to end
We. Need. Love
To stand up for the broken
We. Need. Hope
To give a hand to the hopeless
We need the world to care.
What are we doing with the words we are saying?
Who are we changing
And what effects are they having?
Lets be the change.
When will this end?
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying سے طرف کی their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will love start?
The دن we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The دن we love too much to kill
The دن others' pain is our pain
The دن we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
Mass shootings
Terrorist attacks
Police brutality
They say it's just a gun control problem
They say it cannot be fixed
I say the problem is deeper
I say there is hope
When will this end?
Income inequality
Veterans living on the streets, penniless,
Dying سے طرف کی their own hands everyday.
They say this world can change for the better
But nothing has changed...
And I truly do fear
Nothing ever will
When will love start?
The دن we offer a hand to the fallen
Instead of cringing back in shock
And running away
When will our world change?
The دن we love too much to kill
The دن others' pain is our pain
The دن we act instead of just talking about it
"It's impossible"
"We're too broken to be mended"
"It's a hopeless battle"
I say, let us try.
It’s the color of you
آپ always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our مالٹا, نارنگی book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two مالٹا, نارنگی crayons
When everyone else was green
Then آپ left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
آپ were in the مالٹا, نارنگی field in the sky
آپ always کہا was there.
The مالٹا, نارنگی of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though آپ left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone مالٹا, نارنگی in the rainbow
Without آپ here
I protect my own
Though I wish آپ were here
Now مالٹا, نارنگی is my color
A color for آپ bravery
A color for my survival
مالٹا, نارنگی will forever be our color
Even though death took آپ away
Forever مالٹا, نارنگی for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
آپ always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our مالٹا, نارنگی book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two مالٹا, نارنگی crayons
When everyone else was green
Then آپ left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
آپ were in the مالٹا, نارنگی field in the sky
آپ always کہا was there.
The مالٹا, نارنگی of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though آپ left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone مالٹا, نارنگی in the rainbow
Without آپ here
I protect my own
Though I wish آپ were here
Now مالٹا, نارنگی is my color
A color for آپ bravery
A color for my survival
مالٹا, نارنگی will forever be our color
Even though death took آپ away
Forever مالٹا, نارنگی for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
