Fairytales When I was younger my head was filled With dreams and fantasies that made me thrilled I knew little of pain and wanted only the best I was so naïve as were the rest We didn't understand the state of the world And believed only the things we were told Which led us to lead very ignorant lives Blind to the pain and no need to strive Everything was there for our want and need But we still knew not of pain and only of greed And then one day I finally learnt The world is cruel, scorched and burnt My friends became enemies and I was left alone And this is where I realised I had no real home Picked on and bullied I became afraid Of people and the world that I'd grown to hate I learnt too young the pain and despair And that #life was rarely or never fair #depression and self hate whispered to me 'You don't deserve to be free' But others do and that's where my hobbies lie In helping the suicidal and making sure they don't die I can't bear the thought of others being sad So I smile and try to show them the world isn't all that bad And in return it makes me smile Even if I hide the pain all the while Now my head is filled with hate For me, the world, and the help that came too late
