She's given up.
She can't take it.
She lies through the skin of her teeth.
She hides it well.
She'll explode some day.
She won't be able to control it.
She's sorry.

He's moved on.
He's forgotten it already.
He has no reason not to tell the truth.
He shows it well.
He's already mended.
He has it all sorted out.
He's glad.

What does my ego say when it feels like I betrayed it?
*My apologies.

I've tasted life
I've tasted death
I've tasted hate beyond all control
I've tasted greatness
I've tasted love from friends
I've tasted honey beyond earthly sweetness
I've tasted pain
I've tasted ungodly jealousy
*I've tasted.

Fingertips rest against the cool ebony
Seeking keys but playing no sound
Listening over and over again
To the hidden meanings
Of the chosen tune
Words flow out
Of her red lips
Performing
Singing
Dying
*Dead.

If women have to suffer to be beautiful
Then why aren't I a goddess?

Even the best of us
Get suicidal

I have no hope
Of tomorrow ever appearing.

Children are playing in the pools of tyrant kings,
Who died during the war,
Of justice, lust and fear,
The need for starvation and death are the shining little gems in the hearts of the Kings Queens,
Inhale the sweat of broken toys,
Who knew no more than heartless throwings,
And kiddies puberty which makes them forget,
The fun that they had,
Oh inhale, inhale, in jail,
Gang tattoos are removed,
So death wouldn't be nigh.

Get over it.
You're being hormonal.
Excuse me? *Hormonal?
It's not just being hormonal.
It's called being misunderstood
Pretty much the entirety of the time.
Stop it!
Don't talk back at me.
I'm just explaining my point.
You adults do it all the time!
I've had enough.
Go to your room.
Fine!

This is most certainly
The strangest case of Not Reality
I have seen in the longest time.
The doctor's words rang in my ears,
His deadly expression curious.

Your family has seen it before,
And obviously passed it unto you.
The doctor shook his head,
His deadly expression curious.

I am rather afraid,
That you have reached stage three
Of the Not Reality.
The doctor smiled sadly,
His deadly expression curious.

I'm worried that I may have
To section you, my dear,
To the ward that cares for Not Reality patients.*
The doctor placed the jacket on me,
His deadly expression curious.

I would like you to stop for a minute.
Look around.
What do you see?
Your mum? Your dad?
Maybe older or younger sibling(s)?
Do you have children?
Best friends?
Please. Stop for a minute.
Appreciate that not everything with those people is perfect.
Not you, not them.
But appreciate, even though they may not show it,
They love you.
The quirks, the ups and the downs,
The mood swings,
Appreciate them.
Care for them, love them,
Hold them,
Be there for them, even if they aren't always there for you.
Please. Appreciate every little thing.

Truth is naked,
Forbidden.
Grossly unwanted.

Truth is naked,
Beautiful.
Strangely charming.

Truth is naked,
Shy.
Horribly amazing.

Truth is naked,
Blunt.
Strangely compelling.

Truth is naked,
And absolutely wonderful.

I've tried.
I really have.
Don't you get it?
I can't get the words to fit
They're more like a puzzle
That must never be solved.
My mind sees what it wants
Yet I can't get them to work
But nobody will ever understand why
I want them to.

I can hear it popping.
Feel the heat pressing against my fragile fingertips.
Wanting to escape.
Wanting to be free.
The fire crackles:
The wood has been eaten away.
Most of it.
One piece refuses to split in half.
Like lovers, they cling on to each other,
Unaware of the danger engulfing them,
Burning them,
Splitting them apart.
Still, they refuse to let go.

Mellow.*
It's such a peaceful word.
Don't you think so too?
Reminds me of the smoothest stone,
Stepping in from the cold at night,
Clutching onto the warmth,
Making you feel ever so *mellow.

The sun is shining
The birds are singing
The wind is blowing
The people are complaining
It's England, what do you expect?
Drink the tea,
Eat the scones,
Wear shorts in the cold,
Trousers in the warmth,
Everything is backwards,
It's what we do for fun!

I should've seen it coming,
But I didn't when I could've done,
So **** it,
In the deep end I go,
Miscommunicating with everyone all along,
Hearing one thing,
But seeing another.

Listen to these differences
Between you and me
Because they'll be handy, honey,
When you're wondering what you did wrong.

You claw for attention
Of your music taste
Because it's mainstream,
All that modern pop making your brain
Wonder what it's like to prefer rock.

I Like It Heavy like the Halestorm song
Because I see the good in the bad and the ugly
Not like The Chainsmokers
Deciding which filter to use

You watch White Chicks
Because you feel like you can relate to the blonde twins
Locked up in the room
Waiting for those cuts to heal

My friends and I watch it
Because we have a laugh at the guys
Dressing up as teenage girls
Farting in the restaurant being hit on by another guy

I could list a whole lot more
But I'd rather not, so
Do you see the difference?

You want to fight? Fine.
Swing your punch, hit my face,
Nose getting ******,
Eyes swelling to the colour of purple grapes,
The hate of your punch clear
In the arrogant way you stand.

You want to fight? Fine.
You'll never beat the fury out of my words.

The wind blows through my hair
As I walk
And listen to my favourite music
Making me feel like I can escape my life
Even if for half an hour at most.

The wind blows a cold breath
Through my bones
Causing a light shiver
Across my goosebumps

The wind blows scattered leaves
Across the empty street
As I grin and grin
At the freedom of peace
I shall enjoy pleasantly for a moment,
If not a few.

*The wind blows.

Stop treating me like I'm two
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like I'm thirty
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like I'm ignorant
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like I'm you
Because guess what
I'm not

Stop treating me like that
And start treating me
Like I'm

*Fifteen,
Not two, not thirty,

I know what you're talking about,
So please,
Cut me some slack.

I'm me.
Get over it all ready.

We've known each other since we were four
From that first 'hello'
Eleven years, really, that far?
Although we hardly speak now
You've gone your way
And I've gone mine
Oh, **** the school choices
I miss you, my best,
My oldest,
My dearest friend
Do you wish to talk?

Is that a smile I see on your face?

Loud.
Louder.
Even louder.
You'll never get it.
The louder the music?
The quicker the sadness goes away.

What? No.
This can't be happening, yes,
My world,
Is upside down
And topsy turvy
And spinning
And spinning
What? No.
Help.
Please.
What? No.
No? What.

What do you wanna bet
That I can climb that tree
Before you catch that bee?

What do you wanna bet
That you can be cooler
If you'd listen to me?

What do you wanna bet
That everything is perfect
Within our mini mile radius?

What do you wanna bet
That a laugh is better
Than gloom?

Hand in hand
Walking down the road
Skipping with an animal at our heels
or
Hand in hand
Screaming down a rollercoaster
Tears of laughter on our chins
or
Hand in hand
Watching a film in the cinema
Entranced with the popcorn in the adverts
or
Hand in hand
Right next to me
And not in my imagination

I'm laughing
I'm singing
I'm dancing
I'm grinning
Like a fool,
Like a maniac,
Yet it's not because of the sugar
It may be because I'm kinda tired
But you made me grin
By what you told me
*Thank you

Only ONE wish?
Oh, how *terrible.

Live a little;
You'll be surprised

Blood, Lungs and Alcohol
Addiction, Hell and Help
How much more
Can Aidan take
Before he decides to die?

I'm here
Watching you fix your tie
With the grace of a clumsy seal
Who got drunk
On the verge of tomorrow
And the brink of today

I'm here
Watching you stride out
With the hopefulness of a child at Christmas
Who won't go to sleep
For Santa will arrive
At midnight

I'm here
Watching you speak to the crowd
With the confidence of a frightened duckling
Who were recently hatched
Out of an egg
And into the light

Empty lens
Empty imagination

What have I done
I've done it now
Ended it all
Realised that there is no going back
From that moment forward
Injustice was done
By my hands
My hands are stained
With the blood of another
That knife
The knife that was in my possession
Through the foundations
The foundations of the human body
The body of another
Which is shivering
Shaking
Quivering
Ending
*What have I done?

I wish I could say
What you mean to me
But then
It is in school
And then you won't realise
That our jokes
That confuse others
Make me jump
Inside
Crying with laughter
And wishing
You'd just reach out
And hold my hand

It's like a play
A show
A film
A performance
That there is on
The scenes
And behind
The scenes
Yet on is my front
And how I seem to be
While behind
Is what I really feel

Planes crashing
Towers exploding
News covering
Tears forming
Men falling
Videos created
Uprise roaring
The whole world
Watches
Waits
In baited breath
Death all around
It started with a hijacking
Or maybe a bit before
But we are resilient
Brave
*We shall NOT be brought down screaming