I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.
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 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.
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.
This feeling Makes me want to bless my friends… And find redemption in death. I want to stand in the rain 'Til my bones shake apart
I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.
My mother is the darkness inside m… She planted the seed That grew into brambles, And now, I can’t be loud Because she makes me so
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
I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.
In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,
Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.
I love John. I love when he cries. When he looks at me, I fly.
