You can always tell a self destructive writer
By their poetry

Because sometimes they are redundant
And other times they are expressing pain

But they always tell a story of being hurt
And locked into their own head

But this my dear, is why they write
Because the person in their head is trying to get out

Self destructive writers
Are usually dark

But when they are light
They tell you how perfect you are

So that you don't do the same thing
That they did to themselves

Self destructive writers
Don't want you to make their scars
On your arms

Look! Today is no longer grey!
Look! The ashen clouds've gone away!
Nothing can break me today!

Look! The birds are singing again,
Look! Just watch the branches dance!
And with a very simple glance,
You'll see that nature is sadness' bane.

The vibrant flowers bloom once more,
The wind's hand is no longer cold,
The sun shines with all his might,
I am no longer filled with spite...

Get yourself back together,
Look at what you've become!
You're bound by your own tether,
Break out, embrace the freedom!

If I lie to myself,
Perhaps everyone else will believe it
Too

The worst thing about our children is that they will be like us.
They will have a childhood with sweet memories,
They will have hopes,
They will dream,
They will strive to be better people,
They will love,
They will imagine a better tomorrow,
They will want justice,
They will want peace,
They will want respect,
They will want comfort,
They will work hard,
They will be disappointed,
They will rise back up when they fall,
They will be like us...

Do you remember when we first met?
The first time I annoyed you?
The first thought you had when you saw me?
Do you remember how it all changed?
How we used to stay up all night and talk?
or the way we used to shout each other's names at school?
Do you remember me?
Do you remember the colour of my hair?
The sound of my voice?
The colour of my sad eyes?
Do you remember the feel of my hand?
The notes that I left in the books I gave you?
Remember when I beat our teachers in chess, in front of you?
Remember all the things I told you?
Every word, every advice, every confession?

You probably don't.
But I remember everything about you,
as if all of it happened yesterday...