Adviser

All she hears is static noise. As she stands by and watches A nameless face smile and laugh It feels like her heart is blaring an error message Every time she sees a girl blush at his dorky comments And endless screw-ups (how cute)

It's almost as if she holds a noose in her hand Or runs a blade between her fingers Or can feel the vomit on her sleeve The static only grows louder as The spotlight moves from her to another girl And this nameless boy pays her no mind.

Here's the tip of the day; If anyone gets in your way don't    Panic Because if y ou Panic, You d e stroy an y chances you Have Of being A  viable        route             in the game you can't control

it's just me now

Rare Summer

Flower by the windowsill It's growing in the sun A tiny little sprout has soared And grown from nothing at all.

Flower by the windowsill When the window was opened it sways gently But never falls Showing how strong its will to live really is.

Flower by the windowsill Despite the shouting and the crying The flower keeps its face to the sun Selfishness keeps it safe.

Flower by the windowsill You won't help hide the bruised skin or the hunger As he beats the shit out of the child he's supposed to love But you grow anyway

Flower by the windowsill It's a shame you weren't a mighty tree So I could hide behind you in the hopes that he doesn't spot me Why can't I be as brave as you?

Flower by the windowsill I hate you, flower You don't get beaten and starved because you're fragile and feminine Fuck you, flower.

Flower by the windowsill.

Lillies

The gentle light of the moon dances Over the girl by the window, It was the only thing letting her eyes glide over The pages of the book she held in her shaking hands. Her fingers ticked the insignia that was Carved into the hardback of the story that unfolded Right before her very eyes. A tale of kidnapping Murder and torture Torment. The very concept of horror sent her blood racing And she bit her lip In hopes to let some free. Though, really, did she need to do that? Her skirt was already stained as she crouched by the window Her wrist resting on her skirt and letting out the Bloodstream that made her feel alive The pain pulsing to viciously it almost made the words she was reading Distort and tell her that she was sick A weirdo, a freak. Maybe so, but You know what they say? A beautiful flower can never be grown naturally.

 They must be snipped.

Village

The girl with the golden smile Continues her persistence despite Always feeling like an annoyance She waves and runs over with an excitement she's almost Too tired to muster But she keeps up the facade for the sake of a dear friend (no worries no trouble, only happy thoughts)

Getting to the school, she drags her friend away Looking at his face sends her heart a flutter (and makes her want to tear it out) As she takes him to a room down the hallway "Welcome to the Literature Club! These are all my friends!" Two other girls turn and look confused but Excited at the thought of a new member (why does it hurt no no, only happy thoughts)

Sunday. The day before the festival where She was at home with the club full of her friends. But she was too tired to move. There was no point in moving No point in living No point. No. Point.

happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts get these happy thoughts out of my head