Welcome to the shop, We have much to show! Rings that shine brightly, Jewelry that hangs low.

Some things in the back, Are covered in dust. But we always make sure, To clean off the rust.

These items hold importance, Memories holding age. New secrets are uncovered, With every turn of the page.

Thank you for coming, We hope this won’t be the last time! Our store is so unique, A dozen for a dime.

She knows the secrets of all, Yet she would never dare tell. She is intelligent, street smart, Despite her beautiful looks. And she is loved by everyone, But she will always be unhappy. Always. Be. Unhappy.

Why couldn’t you have been right? You said we were perfect, And I wanted to believe you. Believe you, But I couldn’t. Perfect we were not, Without another thought, That maybe something wasn’t right. You should have been right, Why didn’t you try harder?

So many faces, And I am just one, Among, All these others. Still so alone.

So many voices, Although I do shout, I’m drowned out, No one will listen. Still so alone.

So many people, I’m not on my own, But alone, Why am I, Still so alone?

A year from today, The wind will still blow. Clouds will still form in the sky. No matter whether, You failed that test, Or gave a gut-wrenching goodbye.

Celebrate, That the Earth will turn, Despite everything that occurs. As we wait for the morning, We can be sure, We’ll be better when we emerge.

One human is too much.

One human should not hold the power, To embrace another with death. Whether biased or neutral, It does not matter, It should be no human nonetheless.

One human should not decide, Who gets to live or die. Only those who are ready to leave, Should get to painlessly recede.

I will take their places instead, So none will end up dead. If their fate could really be bright, Then trust me, I’ll be alright.

I’m not sure if you’d do the same, Whether it would be yourself that you’d blame. Please nurture this unwilling life in your hands.

Something is always wrong. Whether it be me or the world.

Some things are unchangeable, So I will let them be.

I only know one single thing, The only thing will remain the same.

I will never be able to truly say, Everything is just as it is meant to be.

Very Excited Little Egg, I can imagine what you want. Longing to see the world, As it truly is. Burst from my shell of lies.

Hungry Caterpillar, I do know how you feel. Insatiable appetite, A desire to eat, But rebel against the feelings.

Very Hungry Caterpillar, I wish I could just stop. The more I eat, The worse I feel. But still, I cannot stop.

Deeply Patient Chrysalis, I admire your willing strength. Able to wait, As long as it takes, Which feels like all eternity.

Inexperienced Butterfly, Do not become a fool. You may be beautiful, On the outside, But the inside is waiting to change.

Elderly Fragile Butterfly, We’ve both become wise together. I know you’re scared of ending life, I’m right here by your side.

Very Hungry Caterpillar, That’s all you’ll ever be. For that is when you made your mark, And shine your light on me.

Glass bottles on the floor, Stepping in the glass, As blood seeps from my feet. I know you see them too, You do, We could be so much better. We weren’t. I felt so powerless, You felt it too. You did, until you pushed that away. I did too. Screaming to the sky, I can’t tell why we fought. You said, We cannot be better. Truly? I don’t trust in the reason, You forced this upon us, As though a knife were to my throat. We could not be better. But I’m not so sure. You never asked, To bandage my bloodied wounds. Therefor we could have been better. Still, you claimed, We cannot be better. The question, it seemed, would always remain: cannot, or will not?

Even the dead tell stories. Whether their body be buried, 6 feet below, Or whether it be lying to rot. It doesn’t matter how gorgeous, Or ugly. She was quite gorgeous indeed. Until death broke into her home, To wisp her away in an instant, Locked up for his crimes, But still he will find, He has never truly been punished. Her story tells, Of how fast death sweeps, Through any cozy little house. Not even the young, Beautiful and intelligent, Are spared from a gruesome end.