Simmer and shiver.
The glass that shivers will never last forever.

Don’t execute—yourself from the problem you caused.

Words are strong if you give them strength.

I get aggravated—yes.
But not like everyone else.

When I get upset,
I don’t escalate;
it vanishes—
like I never was upset.

Weird.

Even the most aggravating thing
can’t make me break down—
deep breaths
and everything becomes simple again.

Weird.

I just hope this doesn’t cause
unfinished grieving.
If someone died in my life
and I went through that cycle again—
I might not even notice they were gone.

Weird.

I might smile the next day
and be completely normal.

Weird.

I’m not lonely—I’m just alone.

Every day, I keep my head up.
Every day, I get bullied.

Every day, I keep a smile on my face.
Every day, I get a black eye.

Every day, I laugh.
Every day, I cry.

But every day… I stay positive.
Positive.
Positive.
Stay positive.

Look at the bright side —
But the hill is too high.

What if staying positive isn’t the answer?
What if anger and revenge were?

No — that’s negativity.
Stay positive.
That rich, rare (forced) smile must stay on your face.
It must.

The next day comes.
As every day goes, I stay positive.
My bullies trip me.
The whole school laughs.

I stand up, laughing with them.
I laugh.
Laugh.
Laugh.

My voice becoming hoarse, raspy —
As my laugh grows louder,
I reach into my bag and grab a knife.

Stay positive.
Stay positive. (Cut them)
Stay positive. (**** them)
Stay positive. (Make them all suffer)

My mind is blank before I wake up —
White padded room. Straight jacket.

The metal door opens.
A doctor steps in:

“Ash Westword…
You killed 23 people in your school.
Why?”

Don’t let sorrow carry the weight of your judgement