I really don’t feel like explaining this one because it’s late and I have homework to do, so read into this what you may.

Here’s the tale of a girl without a heart
A story so long, where do I start?
Let’s begin with how she got that way
How she was before the world went grey

This heartless girl once had a heart so red
You could see it pump 50 feet ahead
The girl once had a smile so bright
You’d be blinded by her pure delight

But bit by bit her heart went dark
Little by little started to fall apart
The reason why? Well no one knows
Those who did forgot long ago

She’d leave these pieces all over town
For people to find when she wasn’t around
And they’d point and watch with furrowed brows
As much pointing as was allowed

Soon there were no more tears to shed
She’d gotten used to living heartless instead
Her smile was back and her eyes were clear
They thought the girl they knew’d reappeared

But the truth was that she got worse every day
Because having no heart meant her feelings went away
She knew somehow that numb was worse than pain
She also knew better than to complain

So this heartless girl sank deeper down
Into a place no one ever found
And there she rests, for oh so long
Where being heartless isn’t wrong

Decipher.

She breaks when
She holds on to hope
When hope gets snatched
Away time
And time again

She breaks when
She can’t escape
When her pain is too
Heavy to hold for
Years on end

She breaks when
Her suffering is ignored
When she can’t keep it
Up anymore and she’s told it’s
Not real

She shatters when
She’s told she enjoys it
When she’s told she seeks
Attention for her endless
Misery

She breaks when
Apologies are withheld
When habitual torture is
Brushed off
Because she’s wrong

Right?

I’m not going to explain this one, just know that it was written at 12:20 last night. I’ll leave you guys to interpret this however you want.

I have a little friend
Nice job’s all he hears
While I set the bar
And he makes it disappear

I could leap to the moon
I’ll always reach for the stars
He’ll never leave earth
Somehow he’ll still go far

I’ll do my best
I try to always be right
But I guess, somehow
I live just out of the light

I know he’s perfect
And I try to be too
But the bar got higher
Every time that I grew

Now he’s standing
And expectations are low
Because I guess that this way
He’ll always put on a show

I have a little friend
Nice job’s all he hears
I’ll stop being the sidekick
Why not just disappear

Okay. This started out with a very nice idea, and I screwed it up big time. This is the corniest piece of writing I’ve created in two years. I still wanted to post it though, but please don’t judge it too hard because I honestly hate it quite a bit already.

Edit: Hey, autocorrect? My spelling of colour is the correct one. No. No arguments. It’s colour. Yeah.

This started so many days ago
This battle I’m not prepared to let go

As things grow heated, inside and out
I hear both our voices grow to a shout

I start to cry, and watch you watch me
With an expression of pure, unfiltered glee

I ask you to apologize, once, then twice
But you think indifference will suffice

I leave the house before the roof blows off
I turn my back and you just scoff

I open the door, and step outside
And hear the wind slam the door with a cry

I keep a brisk pace, even with the pain
That threatens to drive me insane

The rain it pours down oh so loud
Keeps me company without a crowd

And with the rain I walk, us hand in hand
As it colours the dismal sky and land

The world that used to seem so grey
Filled with colour, ray by ray

I come back in with my skin all stained
With the colours of the watercolour rain

Back in a world in black and white
Back in a world where we must fight

In the world where I don’t belong
Where the watercolour rain can’t come along

Back in the world with shades of grey
And it’s in this world that I must stay