You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.

You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.

I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.

Spring into fall, And we’ve all hit a wall. Love comes quickly. Sometimes, it grows. Summer, then rain,

Nobody wishes so Such as me To die quickly Or be mauled in Such a manner that

Dancing inside makes me sing. Music turns winter into spring. Dancing inside lights up my world. Lyrics give me wings like birds. Dancing inside all the time.

I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.

I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.

Love starts like this: We like the same books, We like the same music, We seem like a match made in high… It crumbles like this:

Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.

I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,

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.

The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my

I feel under-appreciated. Isn’t that vain to say? That might just be my Napoleon co…