Listening to tunes on my CD player
I am old school I don’t need to tell yah
dance music on repeat
the sun is up no need to sleep
drifting in a musical haze
come on life is full of care free days
at least for today
let’s get together
feel the music flowing through our bodies
oddly enough I have dreamt about adventure
and dancing care free
with you is where I want to be.
Written in creative writing class.
It’s 3 am and I still can’t sleep,
When I think of the bullies at school I weep.
In creeps the hunger to cut and purge again,
The cut of the knife hurts me, though it focuses the brain.
Droplets of blood drip onto the floor
Dull and red, one blood stain more.
In my heart loneliness slowly kills
Making me feel isolated and numbing my will.
My parents are caught in their own private war,
Unaware of what’s happening behind my bedroom door.
My parents are furious at my falling marks at school,
However they haven’t noticed the cuts on my arms at all.
I am left in this house which feels unsafe and unlike a home.
I panic when I am left to my own devices all alone.
My breaths come fast, uneven and I feel sick,
Sometimes I can’t breathe at all, my heart races too quick.
When I was at primary school I had good friends.
These days I feel let down, they’ve turned out to be dead ends.
It’s a shame they all left me and shot through,
now bullies flock around like vultures picking at all I say and do.
Last Tuesday I bunked school and spent it walking around town
people stared at me, making me feel even more down.
I was feeling as if no one understood
So I went to a river near a wood.
I made for my house when it was time to go home,
but the school had already contacted my Mum by phone
My furious Dad threatened me with grounding.
I said “I don’t care! I like my own surroundings!”
The truth is I don’t want to feel anything anymore,
So I pick up the knife to cut myself some more…
My imaginary friend or ghost
of a little boy
Who had one eye green and one eye blue
Taken into special needs, not knowing why not having a clue.
He asked me whether I could bring him back
To life as the teacher watched on
no one could see him, what was wrong?
I used to get ribbed by friends until he disappeared
One day here, one day gone
No goodbyes where’s Anthony the strange ferret like little boy
I was moved to the class the year below
Soon I moved up again to my original class but no Anthony no lonely hello.