Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go

Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never

The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete

I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time

A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters

What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse