ExcusesMy mother beat me.My mother stole,my mother lied,one day she stabbed me,with a knife,blood dripping on the floor,I managed to call,and they carried me,out the door,onto the walk,the ambulance,took me away.I woke up,maybe the next day,my mother beside me,head in her hands,looking up,I saw tears in her eyes,but my heart was ice."Hi," I managed to say,"what's your story today?"She cried.
AbandonedThe dad who was never home,the mother, always drunk,the hooligan brother,the slut of a sister.None of them are ever around anyway.When I walk to schoolI'm beat up by the other kids.My teacher asks me about the bruises on my arms,and I lie, like my older brother taught me too,at least, when he still cared about me.Now I'm all alone,there's food in the fridge, sure,there's games to play, as long as I'm fine playing alone,but there's always something missing,something the other kids at school have maybe?When I'm old enough,when I understand more,that's when I realizethat I've always been alone.The other kids at school don't care,they just look the other wayand go about their day.I don't mean a thing to them,and them not a thing to me.The family, I've already said,was never aroundso why should I think they give a shit?I barely remembered them,no, not a thing.So that car that hit me,it was really a blessing.I brought it on myself,stepping out in the road like
Looking to the PastWe could have been . . .the perfect team,Even if we were differentI, the dark, and you, the light.But I ruined it,let us drown.Bogged down in grief and envy,I never saw it right.Though I don't regretthose days of despair,I put it all behind me,went on with my life,But left you behind . . .
UnwriteI writeonly to pull myselffrom the deepest pitof despair.If I could not write,could not draw,could not workmy tiny magic,what meaningwould my life have?
Dear LoveDear love . . .I'm writing this letterto you todayto say . . .forever and always . . .I will love you.Of course!I can't give you roses,though I would if I could,or a ring,to slip onto your finger,even if I wish to,with all my heart.But what I can give youis my love,my words will spin itso that it can bea jacketto comfort youon the cold, snowy nightsof this February.So I wish to say to you,today, love,Happy Valentines Day,may your wishes come true,and I hope,someday,that I'll come home,to you.
ApprehensionI'm sorry I hurt you.I'm sorry you cared.I don't know why I did it,I think I was just so scared.I didn't know what else to do,and I definately didn't want to worry you;So I hid from your sight,behind a mask filled with smiles and delight.But when I was most vulnerable,and my mask began to fade;You saw what I had been doingmuch to your dismay.Your voice, both gentle and softwith that look of gloommade me start to swoon.I didn't realise it would effect you so greatbut you still held me straight.I had to turn around and go away.I couldn't handle this tragic story.But before I left, I heard you say,"I love you more and more each day"Once again I broke downand left him there all alone.I needed to thinkand when I did,I rushed back to where it all began,only to realise he was goneand I was to travel along this path alone.It was all my fault;I couldn't believe it.And now I lost my one true soul.
I'm sorryI'm sorryI'm not absolutely brilliant,Forgive me for being averageInstead of an honours student,Just like her.I'm sorryI'm not completely athletic,Forgive me for acting lazyInstead of winning medals for sports,Just like him.I'm sorryI sometimes keep secrets,Forgive me for no telling youAbout a part of my personalityYou normally would despise in others,Just like them.I'm sorryI'm not always fearless,forgive me for being afraidOf youAnd your unattainable goalsGoals set just for me.Set for me to fail.I'm sorryI'm not entirely what you expected,Forgive me for being differentAnd for not being your perception ofPerfect.Just like you.
WorthlessI can't fix youI can't mend youI can't do anything right.I can't stitch you,I can't save you,I'll never be able to help.I'm worthless,I'm helpless,I'm powerless against this.I'm no goodI'm a failureI'll only end up hurting you.You're damaged,you're broken,I can't stop it.You're crumbling,you're crashing.I can't even pick up the pieces.How can I help you when I can't even help myself?
Talking BackWhy try to teach, If you don't want to learn?