Flowers. she is a lily, bright and blooming, but they trampled her. oh no, now she's drooping, eyes lined with dew, play her a tune, go on, make her new. better now, shake off the dirt, dont come away with a frown, smile while you can, for the muddy shoes will soon begin to land.

Lion Heart. sadness is like a blanket, it is what it is not, it can be contorted in various ways, tangled in a sort, coming and going like waves, washing away memories that lay strewn ashore, sweeping them aways to underwater caves, to the mermaids and sea witches. struggling to see the light, for they shall only get small doses, teaspoons of what they once were. as the try to escape, slowly bubbling away on the shore, ending their lives as sea foam, and nothing more.

Words Cut Like Knives Have you ever wondered why, Have you ever been to sad to cry, Has your #life all gone awry? When someone tries to fix it, It ends up in pieces, Because they don't know you, They don't even care. Have you ever wanted to run away, Into the night, So the game will be the way you play? We continue to wander aimlessly through, Quickening our pace as we continue, Wearing chains as we walk, Meeting strangers who clean their guns as we talk. Have you ever wondered why, Words cut like knives?

You wouldn't know from looking at me: I cry. I was depressed. I write poetry. People hate on me. I've been told I have an eating disorder because I'm skinny. My parents fight. I wait until everyone's asleep, then weep. Sometimes, only sometimes, I want to give up. I'm stronger than you thought I was aren't I?

✄ There's this pent up pain, Like drizzling rain. It's starts off slow, Just a few drops, Then turns into a storm. Gushing out, Into the darkness. Soon I start to disappear, Bits of me fall everywhere, Knowing only of the sadness and fear. My tears turn black, Washing away my mask, Leaving a darkened trail, Exposing my bare back, Leaving me sobbing in the center of shattered glass.