Shut the door
Breathe a little more.
Because they say
Sticks and stones...
Break my bones.
And its true.
Your words hurt too
They cut like knives
Stab like swords.
Make me feel war headed.
Something so dreaded.
Ghosts of my past
Spawn every year.
But im a good person
I dont deserve this curse and
More and more
I begin to imagine a life without you.
A place where you dont exist.
I will try to presist.
But ive got a list
One that makes me ******.
And your  name's on top.
what a ******* honor
Its like you are a suicide wish donor.
Im roasting you
And i know you hate me too.
But ive escaped.
This game.
But i just might come back
To teach you
how to play


welcome to war
*********

When I ******* I try to think of straight guys,
I think about you though.
I don’t want to; I know it’s wrong.
My mom will judge me, even though she says she will be ok with whoever I end up with.
My family will think I’m wrong.
I have a hard time of going to church, because I think about what they would say if they found out.
I don’t want to be labeled.
I wish I didn’t feel this way, I don’t want these confusing thoughts and have to worry about what people will say.
Will you look at me differently once you find out?
I don’t know who to tell, I don’t know how to say it.
I think about her, I love her.
Is this normal? will I ever think the way I once did again?

Put the key in the ignition, check your mirror and adjust your seat.
You’re ready to drive right?
Turns the radio on and switches the channel to rock and roll.
Rolls down the windows, I’m ready to drive.
I  pull out of the driveway, I said I’ll see you later to my parents I told them I loved them.
Ding, Ding, Ding what is that sound?
Is it a new message on my phone?
A sound outside maybe?
It’s the alarm telling me I don’t have a seat belt on, it doesn’t matter nothing will happen.
I said goodbye to everyone, no one will miss me if something does happen.
My brother is in the car though,
I crash my car it’s over.
I yell and scream help my brother.
Blood is dripping down; the windows are smashed.
He’s dead, my brother is dead.
I should have told him to wear his seat belt. I was his big sister; I was responsible for him.
I'm sorry.

I am down
I am worn
I am tired
I am hurt
I am bruised
I am torn
But i am a surviver
I prevail
I am an overcomer
And i will
*keep fighting