Less Than Three

Keep yourself okay , they say Keep your grades up , they say You can do it all on your own, try harder. Try Harder. I try my hardest every day sanity is leaving her I can’t keep up. I failed. I cry. I cut. I wanted to die. But I fought It was hard I fell a lot ...back onboard And I kept going Now I’m here Back in school... Better place Better people Better teachers Better life I’m not scared anymore I know I can do this I have support now.. ..I always have. I am cared for I am loved I know there will be bad times I know I will struggle But that’s okay Because I’ve been through worse And I can handle this now I can handle anything now I am okay I am free.

     Jane jumps when her husband yelled at her to stop. Still groggy from the previous nights' restless sleep, Jane replies, "Why?! What's happening?"     Vic grabbed the knife from her hand, flinging butter across the counter. "That's the face of Jesus Christ!"     "Victor. Don't you remember that the government had all of our toasters replaced? There's no such thing as a normal slice of toast anymore," Jane groaned, snatching the butter knife back, accidentally cutting a hole in the air. "Great. I hope you're going to fix that. Jerk."      Victor looked at the new hole he needed to adjust. Fixing air is such a pain... "Sweetie, I know, but our toaster is supposed to create Steve Irwin, not Jesus... Someone tampered with it! I'm not about to get a fine for making Jesus toast. There is only to be Steve toast under my roof!" He took the toast and placed it safely in the slot created by the torn air for safe...

Get Over It. They ask whats wrong You lie They believe you At night you dont talk You dont walk You dont eat You do cry You want to die When someone sees past your lies         Its scary They cant truly understand         They see you as a weakling “Get over it”         Cant they see? Youve been trying to every day. Nobody understands you Not even you do At night your room smells like blood, fire, and blades Theres no other way to deal with it Nothing helps They say chocolate makes you feel happy You try it You gain weight You stop eating You start counting calories If they say get over it so much, Maybe they should show you the way Youve been blinded by the sun The sun of everyone else’s rays Theyre all so happy How did they get like that? Maybe they can show you But you dont dare ask There is too much to tell After all,...