Bad news is:

You cannot make people like, love, understand, validate, accept or be nice to you. You can't control them either.


Good news is:

It doesn't matter.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Why did my day,
turn out blue too?
I feel sad,
I feel depressed,
It's like a burning pain in my chest.
My day won't get better,
my day won't get worse,
It actually feels like a depression curse.
I could be sleeping,
but I'd rather write a long, deep, depressed letter.
I won't say to who,
I won't say to you.
It's just a letter
saying it won't get better.
Writing my pain down on a piece of paper,
is actually much easier than to say "No, later."

Thin and crispy, round and flat
A staple of the proletariat
Two for a tenner
It makes you wonder
And delivered to your door on the back of a Honda.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But words will never hurt me."
That's the one saying that never makes him feel like dirt you see.
He gets pushed and pulled
Into dark hallways in and out of school
And gets called a "fool"
They seem to like to call him a "tool"
Because he's mentally disabled
Till this day he hates the label
He stables his skin,
For wrist cutting is the only way to Bend
  
For his friend,
She doesn't blend in
For they throw stickers stones
Knowing she is skin in bones
"She" wasn't born this way
And till this day she eats and eats
She stands over the toilet seat on her Knees
They call her "The Bulimic Freak"
85 pounds, "she is weak"

They both say life never seemed so bleak
They get made fun of just because their unique,
At night there parents kiss them on the cheeks
And they tell them,
Sticks and stones may your break bones,
But words will never "hurt you"

Raindrops on roses
And bloodstains on lines
Razors and longsleeves
To keep her scars hidden
She jumped off a building
Like a bird without wings
Those were a few of her
Favorite things

Have you ever loved so hard, you felt a pain in your chest ?
Or were left with dried tears ?
Did you torture yourself at night wondering if they were doing the same?
What do you do when days feel like months and months feel like years?
Food starts tasting bland indicating nothing else matters.
I wanted to close the blinds during my blindness love.
Permenantly destroying our memories together and forgetting you existed
Love is a drug, it will feel like ecstasy and then you turn into a fein.
Hoping you get another fix from those sweet tender lips.

I watched my mother *******
Through the toilet keyhole
When I was aged about twelve.

I think I should re-phrase that.
I watched through the keyhole
As my mother ****** into the toilet.

I didn't mean to imply that
I watched whilst my mother
****** through the keyhole.

That would have called for accuracy
Beyond the average female capability.
Sorry for any confusion there.