Shitmood I really think some people could do with a hug. Around the neck. With a rope.

✌ Those who criticise our generation forget who raised it

♡ Silly girl Don't fool yourself They've seen your scars But choose not to help Don't they know? How much could change With three little words; Are you okay?

X You might think she is alright But deep inside she's broken No one noticed those sad, sad eyes And never has she spoken The bad thoughts are muffled By the pills in her head Her mind was lost But count the cost Soon she'll end up dead The cold blade was shining Her wrists were stained red She wanted to scream Begged it to be a dream She felt the pain vanish As she slipped away Accepted that no one would stop her that day #life moved on But no one noticed she was gone Just a draft

The Call 1 I woke up with a start by the noisy, electric hum of my mobile phone under my pillow. Swearing loudly and rubbing my eyes irritably with clenched fists I glanced at the watch. 6 am? Who the hell was phoning me at six on a sunday morning? I snatched up the phone, jabbing the answer button violently. "Hello?" I snapped groggily. Nothing. But wait... I paused and listened closely. Sharp, hard breathing crackled down the line. "Anyone there?" I demanded. I wasn't in the mood for prank calls this early in the morning. The breathing seemed to stop, silence. I was about to hang up when- "Als, is that you?" My heart fluttered, no one called me that, no one except... "Yes" I replied sharply, suddenly wide awake, "Yeah this is Ally, who's calling?" "Als?" The voice was barely an unused whisper, "Ally it's me, it's Danny." I threw the phone across the room with a small shriek and my heart thudded painfully. The words rung in my head. It's me, Danny... I had to be dreaming. This isn't real. It can't be... This isn't possible. I hadn't heard my brother Danny's voice in over a year now, because one day Danny just disappeared. And two months ago the police had found the body that confirmed my brother was dead...