Writing and Woes

You come to me crying, saying that you are done, That life is pointless; that you shouldn't have one. But everyone here needs you to stay. So, I'm crying, I'm shaking, please don't go away. I know what it's like, I've been through it all, So hang on tight, I’ll never let you fall. Reach for my hand, 'cause it's held out for you. My shoulders are small, but you can cry on them too.

As the clock ticked eight, And we were beginning to wait, It didn't take long to realise they were going to be late. We sped off to get them , but they'd done the same The whole thing became part of a funny cat and mouse game. We sorted everything out and started to drive , Whilst I discussed our chances of staying alive.  Caitlan did her makeup then we messed with our phones , Whilst my mum educated dad on the cast of game of thrones. It didn't take long before we were there, We found the right queue and stood in the air.  We got given our wrist bands;headed to the hall Where cosplayers and nerds were already having a ball. We went round the stalls , spent all that we had; And got pictures with cosplayers,there was no time to be sad . With decisions on posters, that should have been simple, Lonnie and Caitlan went loopy and started to giggle We headed upstairs, where the books were awaiting, We sat down for lunch ,without much debati...