Hit It’s that split second when you first wake up in the morning That releases your being from eternities of suborning You’re in love with that moment, when your life seems ok And the deep sleep has conquered your demons at bay When your mind goes so blank, it seems like perfection When really its
On a Warm Autumn’s Day On a warm autumn’s day I was running late, I threw on my docs and coat, the one I hate. I legged it to the place we were supposed to meet, Anxiety bubbling from my head to my feet. I saw you and looked straight into your eyes. A deep
Version of You How can I learn to ever trust or to love again After how much you’ve hurt me And after how stupid you made me feel. But one day, I will wake up and for once, for the first time ever You won’t be my first immediate thought, and for that day, Will
Crumbled Stars Close your eyes Out of sight Out of my mind In too deep Come out blind Reach for the darkness See what you find Look up at the sky and see the light. See the moon split in half The stars crumbled, Falling like the words You could never get out. I open
Anon I am Anon. I don’t feel much. Cause my heart and mind are so cramped with feelings that I don’t feel no more. I am the bad guy. The cover up. Everyone’s enemy. The heartless monster. The void who is cold to the core. But there is method in my madness. Ask no questions
To Reflect I don’t think I’m cynical I think I reflect the world how it is Me, a cracked mirror, And society already distorted so that, What does it matter if the reflection is inaccurate? I don’t think I’m rational either, Who could be? We’re all just ruled by who we think ourselves to be
Why are Kids Depressed? Why are kids depressed? Why do they not care enough? Why do they care too much? Why are kids stressed? Why are they not sleeping right? Why didn’t they do my 24 page essay? Why are kids on their phone 24/7? Why don’t they talk to family instead of these psychos
Make up Kiss The neighbours hear your screams at 1am You bruise each other’s hearts with the cruel words from your mouths The tears you shed is the blood from the wounds in your heart Each argument is like a blade slicing into a soft piece of flesh…. But that doesn’t matter because we can
Straight through the Door Straight through the door The arguments begin A decease to the family Living in this kip Doing fuck all with my life Letting it go by Acting as if the world owes you something Acting like yer fine But the words they still hit home Even if it’s that place is
All Our Lives All our lives we’re expected to fit in And become part of the classroom we sit in Some teachers only fear our fuss And not the passionate story behind every one of us People make unfair assumptions about everyone’s actions Calling them as much as overreactions When in reality every action is