Life Poems: Section 1

Simple Words
Sticks and stones may break my bones, and names will always hurt me.
But the difference is that words don't fade, and bruises are just temporary.
People, grow the fuck up, and be careful what you say.
Because all those "simple words" may cause someone's suicide one day.

I'm Happy
I may not colour in the lines, the colours may be wrong.
But colouring is like my life, and tells a story not a song.
No one's ever perfect, and I don't try to be.
Because it's not fair to fake "I'm happy",
when clearly that's not me.

Happy Endings
I'm slowly switching over sides; hostile and enraged.
I don't believe in "happy endings"
so my mind won't turn the page.
Forgetting isn't easy, and that to you I'll tell.
I try forgetting pain, but my life's a living hell.
I don't mean to hurt you, I don't mean to snap.
But under all this pressure, you should know I'm bound to crack.
But please don't try to fix me...
I'm not broken, just confused.
And what goes up, it must come down;
to win I must first lose.