Cut your teeth
on gasoline,
white lies, small death
and saccharine.

Hollow chests,
empty smiles.
thoughts and hearts
will stop a while.

Cold hands,
cold hearts.
we're dangerous children
with poisonous darts.

We live in cardboard castles
and play games where we set ourselves on fire

We stack our house of cards
so we can try to catch the kings as we knock it down

We wear armor made of spun glass
and throw ourselves off of bridges just to watch it shatter

We like to smile and pretend that we're okay
and sometimes it even works.

that running from our problems
doesn't work on a circular track
and hiding can't save us
when everything is made of glass

I turned away,
and you were gone.
left me like the ending to a decent song
hanging in the silence.

I prayed away,
and you returned.
I guess just to see how bright I burned
In this hell you sent me to.

With creativity.
"I can only right when I'm depressed."
*******!
You've got a talent, kid,
and it doesn't stop being there just because you had a good day.
So when you're feeling sad, write about all the terrible ****;
but when you're happy, don't dare put down that pen
write about all the amazing things that you feel,
because lord knows you can!