Writing
By Rhiannon
I get on with life as a student,
I'm a sad kinda person.
I like knitting on Sundays,
I like writing poems in the week.
I like to contemplate writing.
But when I start to daydream,
My mind turns straight to reading.

Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes,
I notice the way I think about reading with a smile,
Curved lips I just can't disguise.
But I think it's writing making my life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
Writing or...
Reading?

I like to use words like 'wow,'
I like to use words like 'super.'
I like to use words about writing.
But when I stop my talking,
My mind turns straight to reading.

Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes,
I notice the way I think about reading with a smile,
Curved lips I just can't disguise.
But I think it's writing making my life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
Writing or...
Reading?

I like to hang out with Chelsey,
I like to kick back with Sophie,
But when left alone,
My mind turns straight to reading.

Sometimes I look at myself and I look into my eyes,
I notice the way I think about reading with a smile,
Curved lips I just can't disguise.
But I think it's writing making my life worthwhile.
Why is it so hard for me to decide which I love more?
Writing or...
Reading?

I'm not too fond of swearing,
I really hate shouting,
But I just think back to reading,
And I'm happy once again.

I don't love you anymore
I don't need you at all
I am happy just like this

I don't love you anymore
There's no point anyway
My heart won't beat
At the sight of you
No excitement
At a thought of you

I don't need you at all
I was always the giver anyway
My mind has forgotten
Every moment we've shared
My body doesn't miss
What it felt from you before

I am happy just like this
Without your embrace
I feel free
Without your touch
I feel much more alive
From losing you
I finally found myself

"I don't love you anymore"
I try to believe these words
Though seems unreal now
But at some point
I will, somehow

"I don't need you at all"
I erase even the good memories
As I wipe each drop of my tears

"I am happy just like this"
I'll keep telling myself
Time after time
Until the day that I wake up
Completely moved on
Looking ahead
At a fuller life anew

If I believe that I can do it
Will I really do?
If I trust that this too shall pass
Will it really be?

If I hope for something good
Will it happen?
If I move forward
Will I ever go somewhere?

If I try to look ahead
Will I see some light?
If I just continue on
Will everything then be alright?

There's more to suicide than what we think it is.
It's not just unanswered questions,
sometimes, it's unasked ones.

"**** it"
no
I refuted

I said,
"Bless it"

The world is enough a hell to be ******
Why curse it further?