Its hot in here, unusually hot. Hot, like someone who has a fever of over 100 degrees celcius. Warmer then a marsh mellow roasting over the torrid heat on a humid summer night. As sizzling as the steam coming off  the children who cant seem to call to mind anything on the test.
The hushed voices of  every student pleading for help.
The uncooperative teachers blind and deaf to the children's needs
the shatterd and crumbled kids
that would do anything to pass the class
the one soft-hearted smile of a sweet short tempered girl
that is loveliness on the outside but is demolished on the inside

That is what we call Highschool.
All are welcomed but few are accepted
swarming , rushing, pushing, shoving, climbing jumping,
anything you name it, but there will be few slumbering

The rules to pass are simple; or so they seem
you either make it or break it
but nothing in between

be kind, be strong, be agressive, but laid back
dont be smart, but dont be dumb, and always have fun
walk fast head down dont smile at anyone
wave your hand say hello and then you will be done.



**You May Come In

Drinking today just borrows tomorrow’s happiness.
You aren’t the only one who thinks about going home and killing themselves.
Poetry and *** are an enthralling combination.
You’re not a ‘young girl’- you’re an actual real person.
In reality, all that every person wants is love, happiness, and acceptance- keep that in mind.
Sometimes it feels like everything good has been whitewashed out of your world,
Yet it still goes on. You go on.  
Be proud of yourself for being alive-
Sometimes that’s all there is to be proud of.
Coping tactics don’t always work.
Words are important- speak up.
It is your own birthright to die- no one can take that from you.
When you understand your own deepest,
Darkest inner workings- you’ll be invaluable in helping others-
So don’t be afraid of self-reflection even though it’s hard.
Put up a fight for what you love.
The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.