Sharpen Your PencilSharpen your pencilDip your pen in the wellShow the world your visionThrough the story you tellThere's no right or wrongSo don't listen to critiqueYour story alone is enoughSo beautifully uniqueAnd only you can tell itYour version of eventsWrite it, sing it, paint itRelease, express and ventSharpen your pencilDip your pen in the wellAnd with your own wise wordsThose ghosts you will repelPlease be true to yourselfNo embellishment requiredEvery inferno was onceBut a flicker of fireSo fan those fiery flamesAnd refuse to walk in lineAs experience will growThrough the passage of time
six steps to fixing youstep onecry. scream. bang your fists against the wallsthat keep you locked inside.kick your feet in the air. tell your sister she's stupidand wrong and that you've never loved her.cry. scream. apologize via him to you.let your tears catch on your lashesuntil you can no longer see anything but your owndemise. taste the bitterness left inyour mouth from your own bitching and rot in it.step twobreak a mug. break two. kickthe pieces around the kitchen floor and cry some more.break a plate. break a cup. break a bowl.break a finger because nothing can take away thissort of pain. you are empty and yetyou are filled with so much anger.break a razor and paint pictures across your skin.step threeyou are okay, you tell them.you break three days later and you liein bed, unable to move.step fourstart picking up the pieces. clean up the messyou've made and he's left.use windex to polish off the dirt and
StarcrossedWe were found in a pool of bloodStarcrossed lovers in each others armsSuicide note in your pocketYour hand grasped tightly in my palmYou were wearing that red dressUnder your overcoatThe rain had fallen hard that dayDistorting the words which you'd wrote:'Dear cruel world and everyone withinI am leaving you all todayWith the only boy I have ever lovedLay silent here next to meNobody understands meOr heals my wounds like he doesHe feels the pain and sadness tooand I think we have suffered enoughNo tears should be shed on our passingAs our souls now reside as oneLook for us in the rain dewLook for us in the morning sunListen for our voices in the windWhispering how everything will be okLife was ugly but our death has been played outIn such a beautiful way'