Tomorrow.
That one word.
Makes me feel like there is a chance.
A chance for me to be something great...
To be someone great.
Maybe I'll be a famous poet.
Would people listen to the stories behind my work?
Maybe a singer.
Would they hear me then?
Or an author.
Would they cry when a sad part meets their minds?
Tomorrow.
That one word.
Comes to my mind.
Today.
Will tomorrow be great?
Or will it be shallow?
Tomorrow.
I want there to be always a tomorrow.
As long as I live.
That word will mean so much to me.
Today.

You hear that?
No? Exactly.
She's not breathing.
Because of you.
You drove her to insanity.
Let her go.
When she needed you most.
You all laughed.
When she cried herself to sleep.
Every night.
Every single night.
Her parents worked all day and night.
All her and her siblings did was fight.
She shut herself out.
Behind a locked door.
All because of you.
All of you.
She's just hanging there..
Not breathing.
Dead...
She tried to see the light.
But instead came the darkness.
That she feared the most.
So, yeah.
Don't cry.
You treated her like ****.
Don't any of you come to her funeral.
You are responsible for this mess.
You are responsible for her death.

Suicide, Suicide be my guide.
Show me if its time.
In my room.
These retched cries.
Hear me scream, hear me cry.
My thoughts that torture me.
The ones I hide.
Tattooed on my arms.
The scars of a thousand knives.
My tears have finally run dry.
As I cry, on this silent night.
Suicide, Suicide. be my guide.
Show me if its time.
To stay or to die.

She went to the police.
Told them she was being abused.
They didn't believe her.
They thought she was another teenage fiend.
She went back.
Told them that she was *****.
They didn't believe her.
They thought she was another lying child.
She came again.
Told them she got beat up.
They didn't believe her.
They said if she comes again they will arrest her.
Her bestfriend came.
Told them that she was killed.
They didn't believe him.
He came back.
Told them that they aren't worth their lives.
They just laughed.
He left.
They got a call.
The person told them.
That they saw two bodies in the river.
The police went to check it out.
The bodies belonged to the girl and the boy.
The girl was killed.
The boy committed suicide.
Just to be with her.
The police were wrong.
They didn't believe their eyes.
They should start believing more.
**** April and it's fools.
The police were the fools in this story.
They started to believe more.
They saved lives of many after that.
But what I'm wondering is.
How come they didn't save those two kids.
That would've had lives to live.
If only they had believed.
In this retched April Fools story.

My last day I had to live.
Was all peace and quiet.
Before they came up to me with a rope.
Saying run and jump like in the movies.
An hour later they came again.
Handing me a knife.
Saying just a little cut or three.
Two hours later.
They came up to me.
Handing me duct tape.
Saying try not to scream.
Four hours later.
They never came back.
It was just me and things they left
I tied the rope around my neck.
And duct tapped my mouth.
Trying not to scream.
I took the knife, and started to bleed.
I ran and jumped, just like a queen.
Before I knew it.
I was gone.
And all I heard
Was a sad, sad.
Song.

Listen, cant you hear?
Her cries? Her Fears?
Cant you see?
Her arms?
All bruised and ******?
She doesn't speak.
Not a word. Not a peep.
All she does is writes in her diary.
While she sits in the back of class.
Hoping the teacher won't notice her.
Hoping that he doesn't care.
Hoping that one day.
The world would be fair.

Love is the beginning of heartbreak.
He tells you he loves you then cheats as if nothing is wrong.
Your heart begins to fall apart.
Then he comes back.
He begs for your forgiveness.
You were stupid enough to forgive him.
He shatters you once again.
He begs one last time.
But this time you were smart.
You don't forgive him for his cursed lies.
He said he loved you.
But he doesn't speak the truth.
It took a miracle to fix you.
That miracle was another person.
That one person who listened to you.
He listened when you were sad, happy, or even mad.
He was always there for you.
He showed you that it's OK to cry.
He kept you safe, he held your hand, he is just like you.
That one guy, that kissed your lips goodnight.
And you didn't even realize it 'til now.
That guy, he is yours, only yours.
And forever he will be yours.
Only yours.
Forever.