Help Them It's almost like you're deaf To the sound of their family's tears As they bury the child They watch grow up all these years They were breaking, they needed help But were too ashamed to ask for it But that doesn't matter to you As long as you're not in the casket All those words you said and names you called Gave you such a thrill You're aweful and cruel And they're the ones that got killed I'm tired of crying What the hell is that gonna do There's only one thing that can make a change And that's you I'm not trying to be a hero And make myself look good I'm just saying what all these tortured souls Wish they could I wish they would've For now it's too late All that's left now Are the hearts that ache Goodbye dear child May you now rest in peace But this isn't the end of the fight It's the beginning at the least Nobody's gonna forget you Your legend will live on You're her inside our hearts And it's like you've never gone

Mightier Than The Sword This is me This is the way I get by I know without writing I would surely die Some people don't get it They just can't seem to understand Why I'd rather have a bullet in my head Instead of no pen in my hand For I believe The pen is mightier than the sword For a sword only destroys But a pen can change the world

Watching Watch her cry Don't do a thing Watch them torture her I'm sure someone will intervene Watch her shatter I'm sure she'll be fine Keep watching And watching Not acting on what you see Not giving it a second thought "No one cares.", she thinks No one's watching She grabs her father's gun No one's watching She puts it to her head No one's watching She sets herself free Watch her The girl you could have saved Watch her For now it's too late Watch her And please, learn from these mistakes

To The One I Love What if I told you That you're my everything That I want this to be more Than just a simple fling Would you wanna stay Or would you get up and leave Would you say it's a lie Or would you try to believe I want to be the one That will always hold your heart And I'll give you mine, if you promise Not to tear it apart If I say I love you Will you always say it back And swear that you'll never tell Another girl that Around you I can't help But smile or laugh Darling, you complete me You are my other half The things I love about you Are too many to list So, just know I love you Cause, why else would I write you this

Fragile, But Not Yet Broken Chapter 6 Louis I'm driving home to spend time with my girlfriend, Eleanor. There's been so much going on lately we haven't been able to have anytime together, just the two of us. I can't wait to see El. I'm so excited! Eleanor I'm so nervous! What will Louis think? Will he leave me? He's not ready for this. Hell, neither am I! My thoughts are broken by the sound of the front door opening. "Eleanor, I'm home!" I hear Louis call. I freeze. Louis darts into the room and engulfs me in a hug, which takes me a minute to return. Louis pulls back, looking at me confused. He notices my worried expression. "El?" he says, concerned. I look down. I just can't look into his eyes, but I don't get a choice. He gently lifts my chin up, forcing me to look into his deep, ocean blue eyes. "Eleanor, what is it? What's wrong? Please tell me, darling." he pleads, sweetly. The tears well up in my eyes. He pulls me close, wrapping his strong arms around me. I bury my face in his chest, soaking his shirt with tears. "Please, don't hate me." I cry. I feel Louis stiffen, and his breath hitch. He pulls back and looks at me. "How could I ever hate you?" he asks, genuinely hurt. "Eleanor, why are you acting like this? What happened?" I try to talk, but end up choking on tears. "Come on, you should sit down." he says, guiding me to the couch. He wraps an arm around me, and I lay my head on his shoulder. Eventually, he calms me down. He turns to me. "Eleanor, can you tell me what happened now?" he says, using his beautiful eyes to pull the truth out of me. "Louis I-" I stop, pondering on how to tell him. "You can tell me anything, Eleanor." Louis reminds me. I know his words are sincere. I let out a huff, and prepare myself for his reaction. "Louis," I begin, "I...I'm pregnant." I admit. His eyes grow wide. "Your serious, we're having a baby?" he asks. "Yes Louis, I'm going mom, and I'm begging for you to be dad."