What You Dont Know 2What You Don't Know 2
By: Ash Lockhart
The day of the week I dreaded most.
You'd think it'd be Monday, or some logical day, but surely not Tuesday. I mean after all, what did poor Tuesday ever do to me? Well let me explain.
I was not born musically inclined. My voice didn't make lyrics sound 'pretty', nor did my fingers do the guitar any justice. And on this particular day, Tuesday in case you've forgotten, I am required to take a half hour of choir, and a half hour of band. This hour combined is enough to completely throw off my entire day.
So until I move out of the tenth grade, Tuesdays are forever ruined.
But that isn't all.
Also, on Tuesdays, my tiny and only group of friends, abandons me at lunch hour to practice their studies for some organization they are all involved in. The club members must receive above average grades and get teacher recommendation. No way in sin am I getting into that friking place.
So all by myself, I stalk the halls during this hour. T
What You Dont Know 1What You Don't Know
By: Ash Lockhart
It all started when I woke up this morning.
Naturally, I'm a morning person, but this particular day started off sucking major butt.
Just sayin', you know?
So, my eyes flittered open to greet the day, only to discover that the bright sunlight I'd hoped to see, had transformed into a mass of dark grey clouds hovering low over the town, promising rain.
Then, I went to use the bathroom. Not only did I almost pee myself waiting thirty minutes for my sister to finally let me in, but my older brother wouldn't let me out. He held onto the door knob, laughing at me as I tried my hardest to shove his weight out of my way.
Yes, I failed epicly.
That word alone is enough to make me cringe. Homework, hoes, whores and crack heads. That pretty much sums it up. Oh, and some random kid decided it'd be hilarious to put some random lock with some random code on 'some random locker', ahem, a.k.a., my locker.
I spent twenty friking minutes screwing with t
A KnowingYoung boy nowhere to go,
Broken house and a heart of stone,
What he had left of a family,
Is long gone.
Standing there beside the church,
He's all alone in a world of hurt.
He tries to hold it all in,
But just makes it worse.
So he steps into his room and locks the door,
Puts the gun against his head and asks the Lord,
Is this the way that im supposed to leave?
Or should I drown myself in my misery?
I cant help but to think that nobody cares.
God are you out there?
A voice in his head laughs at him,
Says son I love you and I always will.
Now put down that thing down and don't be afraid,
This is what I say,
That gun your holdin wont make the kill,
But if you let him get to ya the devil will.
So take a deep breath and just look around,
I promise you,
I wont let you down.
Young girl lost her way,
In this cold world shes come to hate,
She wants to go home,
But she thinks its too late.
No idea where the road will turn,
Shes just takin life,
As a live and learn game.