I find it funny That I raised myself From the cradle To the grave. I never got a chance to be a baby.
Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.
I sing of a new carol Which starts silly giggles As a speeding blue carriage Runs merrily through the dark.
Why am I crying? I’m not crying at the loss of love… I’m crying because I never experi… True love. I wanted epic.
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that
That’s why she died– Because she never let anyone hold… She didn’t trust herself. She didn’t let anyone love her Or touch her
Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.
While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.
My mom hates her life, And I’m too much to juggle, And my dad doesn’t support my mom, And my brother’s never home, And my medicine doesn’t work,
I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,
I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.
In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,
