There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,
A tree fell in the park last night… I didn’t hear it go. The innards smelled of peppermint, And I felt the crumbling dirt Turn into ash in my hand.
Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me
I forget how to love When I’m gritting my teeth Because I’m a fucking hole/ Nothing’s coming out of my mouth n… Because I don’t love my mom,
If only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.
I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.
I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.
Dignity is death.
With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John
God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you
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…
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
