For the message at one-thirty five:
I would like to say thank you.
For the smile that makes me glad to be alive:
Thank you.
For hearing my name being called with your voice
For stupid gushings: 'I'm so glad i'm your choice!'
For not cringing at my unashamed adoration
For asking for nothing and understanding my education
For making me happier than i've ever been.
Rob,
I would like to say Thank you.

Take away the chains
Smash the shackled gloom
Tear away the tether
Blow up the ****** room!

Tell her to **** it
**** the whole **** thing
I don't care anymore
Just make her head ring

Shut up the piercing voice
Banish Monotone tones
Choke away the chiding tongue
Stop her ceaseless moans

But spare the shame of being seen
in anger, spite or hurt
Let her never know the pain
It takes to change what's learnt

Please never let this me be seen
this self I will conceal
I choose to never show the world
I choose never to feel

Being bored in English
Sleepy period 2
wondering what it would be like
To wake up next to you

A word from the weary
dear friend
GSCE coursework
does not end.

When the brightest thing in your room is the night sky,
and that light cuts through the curtains onto your wall.
Then the shadows come out to play
Across your darkened spaces.

Opening your eyes you find no comfort in the blackness
No colours you could feel you knew
Just shapes that taunt you with their changes

For in the dark, other things are highlighted
Thoughts not welcome in the innocent day
Memories in those shadows
Urges unearthed
In that bright night sky

Pressure to be pretty in the unearthly hours of the morning
Eyes pulled down by bags, bloated and yawning
Eyeliner and lipgloss and concealer thick and fast
Covering the callouses, praying it'll last

looking good and smelling good and in the peak of health
Its all an uphill struggle to better your fine self
Judged by a jury of unexperienced youths
Panicing at lunchtime, retouching in the loos.

Hair and eyes and lips and cheeks and clothing and skin
Bottle after bottle, empty in the bin
Scraping and slathering, plucking and plastering.
The never ending problem, thats actually, within.

Hours of work
not given a second glance.
But trying again,
Just for that chance