The Story Of Our Modern Juliet. She traveled to nations, far and wide- In hope of there being some love to find. Walking down narrow lanes and streets, Stopping to chat to the men she meets. Going for a drink, some food, or a chat, Wanting someone to love, t'was as simple as that. Her heart longed for someone to be there, For someone to listen, for someone to care. But people just mocked her, wherever she'd go, They'd say "Just another Juliet, searching for her Romeo."

I'll Always Be There. You may feel like you're alone, Like there's no-one there. But no matter how lonely you feel, Remember I'll always care. You may feel like there's no light, The candle's been blown out. But I'll be there with my lighter, I'll be there without a doubt. So if you ever want to talk, Or just a shoulder to cry on, I'll always be there to make sure you're ok, Even when others have gone.

The Poetry Of Sadness. If the world was plunged into darkness, How would I see the light? How would I cope, all those years, Alone all through the night? If the door to the world was locked, And there was no trace of a key- How would I escape the confinement? How would I break free? The world is overrun by sadness, #depression, anxiety and fear. And like some things, there's just no escape- It's presence is drawing near.

If You Knew The Real Me. If you knew the real me, You'd know that my smile isn't always real. I have to put on a brave face for others, Because my sadness isn't part of the deal. If you knew the real me, You'd know I stay at school for a reason. There I can be a different person, And not every mistake is like treason. If you knew the real me, You'd know I cry myself to sleep, At the worlds sadness and misery, I'd become a sobbing heap. If you knew the real me, You'd know I try to comfort others. I know how it hurts to feel completely alone, So I act like their sisters and mothers. If you knew the real me, You wouldn't believe it at all. To most I'm on top of the mountain, But they don't realise I'm starting to fall.

Trying To Keep It All In. Sometimes You bite your lip To keep it all in. Sometimes, You clench your teeth To stop yourself for hurting others. Sometimes, You dig your nails into your palms To stop yourself from grabbing the scissors. Sometimes, You can't help it And you reach for the sleek, smooth instrument that lay in front of you.