I feel like I want to hurt, To show myself how beautiful this… The illusion makes me strong. I feel like I can’t get hurt, But I still hope for the pain of…
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:
Sam said, “Get over it.” As if I could Just climb a tree. Sam said,
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give
The blur of lighted cars Flying in a flurry down The highway at night Soothes me in the Most unorthodox way.
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
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.
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
Winter is getting worse. Is there no justice In my punishment Brought about by my peers? I yearn to burrow in warm dirt
I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.
I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.
The stars belong to both the sun And the moon Just as my heart does belong to yo… You may not see me, but I’ll be there.
I’m so broken, And the glass stings were my façad… There’s nothing left to do. There’s nothing left to say. There’s no air left for me to brea…
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,
