I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.
Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.
I cried out to God, And There was silence.
If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?
The devil’s in my midst.
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
She looked like innocence And felt like sin And died like grace And fell like a bird And fell like a bird
It’s over. It’s okay. The parting is such sorrow And relief. It hurts like a crushing force,
Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said
Touch me for real. Touch me in your mind And all over my body With your chapped hands. Let your eyes undress me.
Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
Let my joy be a promise To my future self Who is so beautiful Even if she isn’t pretty.
Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.
I live inside my head Where soft flurries spin, And there’s a rise of warm water b… I live inside my head Where spikes stick out
