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.
A seagull carried me away one day And took me to a secret island hid… I laughed at the waves and splashe… I even wrote notes to go with a so… The seagull was leaving and waved…
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is
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
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.
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,
Last year seems years away. Last night seems lifetimes away. This moment seems like a dream.
I’m a good girl in the worst ways Most days. Some days, I’m a bad girl in all the best way… I’m pretty good,
Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.
Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
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
I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.
