I can't imagine what it must be like for you,
I can't imagine what you must be feeling...

I used to be covered in blood
I used to lie, cry a lot and be unbelievably sad...

Do you find it sad remembering your naive life?
The days when you didn't know about sex or drugs...

Could you live somewhere with no water?
A barren wasteland...

A boy has started his long journey home from...
Except it's later than usual, down to an unjust...

I sit in a corner,
I'm afraid of my door creeping open...

I love my music
And the joy I get when listening to it...

I hate the way people judge others
By the clothes they wear, by the hair they choose...

I remember the day you died. I was next to you at...
Did you know who I was...

I remember the time I was chased around the small...
I remember footballs being kicked at me...

To describe how much you mean to me in a poem is...
Because you mean more than words make it possible...

I stare at the blank piece of paper and think...
Nothing springs to mind. Nothing seems good enough...