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Silence is a priceless gift

I so rarely get to receive

The world is always too loud

The shouts never ending

Bullies never shutting up

Parents never satisfied

Friends just using me

Siblings with their bickering

Late at night is the only quiet

The world still moving

But not in the safety of my room

Still the dread creeps in

The knowledge nothing changes

A suffocating quiet

Never the silence ...

I really am okay

I don’t need help

That’s the truth

Not just denial

I will admit that

I can get upset

But thats normal

And I know how

To handle myself...

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I have a happy family

Parents that love me

Friends that are there

I do well at everything

The perfect person

With the perfect life

But that’s all an illusion

A performance for others

I HAVE the be perfect

My parents’ love conditional

My friends only surface level

I CANNOT do this anymore

I’ve tryed to leave, to die

They sayed it was an accident

They keeped it secret

Didn’t care to...

Sense I’m in jail I think writing about book is a great use of my time. I disided that it should be all about mental heath because I’m happy and content. Obviously that makes me qualified. This book is probably more of a pamphlet but who cares close enough. Number one rule of mental health is do whatever sounds fun. It doesn’t matter if it’s legal or not. Number two, jail is fun and stress free. Y...

Lifting heavy weights

Always looking perfect

Being happy all the time

These are seen as strong

However that’s not true strength

True strength is being brave

Asking for help from others

Knowing it’s ok not to be perfect

Being selfish sometimes

Crying when you need to

Overcoming challenges

Everyone has true strength

They just need to believe in them

And they can do anything...

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Every day seems the same

Since you left there’s no escape

Dad has moved on and expects me to

But this house is not a home without you

He doesn’t see the pain I’m in

To busy with his new girlfriend

I can’t do this anymore

Being invisible is to much to bare

You are my home, I’m coming soon

I’ll find you when I fall off the roof

So lead me to you down below

Happy ever after, here I go...

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Belonging is a foreign thing

I can never quite grasp

The feeling never there

Me alone and invisible

Separate form my family

Last in everything

Unwanted by everyone

Least of all around me

Broken by the past

Needing to cut to feel there

To know I’m human too

But now the pain will end

When I take these pills

Tonight’s the final fight

Just make to to the night...

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People pick there teams

First friends and talents

Then others they talk with

Last of all there’s me

Only allowed because it’s required

Because they have to be inclusive

Otherwise I wouldn’t be picked

Left on the side lines

Even more alone

Fading into the background

Every time I hope for change

It never really comes

I feel so unreal

Like I’m a ghost

To prove that wrong I cut

The blo...

The past is like chains

It weighs you down

Tethers you to pain

Keeping you broken

But you can brake free

And start again

You just need to believe...

Bright fluttering wings

Yellow and orange

Same as the sunset

Flying into the distance

Beating in time

Almost musical...