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

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

I’m not lonely—I’m just alone.

Some days, the moon is full.
Sometimes, it’s nothing at all.
But you are still there—
no matter how you feel inside.

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

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.

Words are strong if you give them strength.