Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…
Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
In seventh grade, I made you a po… But I tore it up into pieces Because it wasn’t good enough. In eighth grade, I made you a poe… But I left it under my bed
Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.
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,
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
Courage was not letting your broth… But preferring to die From their snide remarks Which shadow prejudice’s unkind da… What happened when they grew up?
Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt
If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?
So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is
I had no right To fall in love with you. All those times I promised you That I’d never fall in love again Were lies because I fell in love…
What does it feel like on the day… Does it hurt? Today, I have just realized that, And it burns. It has burned the piece of my hear…
When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
I can’t cease to think about him. His bitter way only warms my heart… He frightens me and excites me. He always heightens my senses. He makes my heart hurt.
If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I’ll be ok if you’re ok. I can’t die without you living. I won’t move on without you search… At night, do you think about me?
