Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt

Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.

You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.

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

That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:

Splattered you All over my body And flecks of skin Inside every crevice. I can’t get rid of you

The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my

Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…

I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.

I’m falling apart beneath my smile… I grapple blindly for a rope To save myself from rising waters. I come up, lungs full of despair, And my parents cover my mouth

Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.

Love is the sickness. Love is the cure.

The devil’s in my midst.

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.

So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is