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.
Why am I crying? I’m not crying at the loss of love… I’m crying because I never experi… True love. I wanted epic.
He thinks I’m pretty And maybe too witty, That I was worth the fight. He claimed he’s so glad. I’m the best he’s ever had.
If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?
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
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 cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.
I feel so lonely. I want to die. Feeling like the only one on earth… My laughter is a lie. Laugh on, laugh on.
You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.
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
What does it feel like on the day… Does it hurt? Today, I have just realized that, And it burns. It has burned the piece of my hear…
Someone’s teaching me to give up. It’s like unrequited love, But we’ll break up in the end. I’m showing myself to give up When I see how I fall asleep in c…
Flurries in India: Nothing’s impossible If life is a string Pulling me along.
If you’re happy, then I’m happy. I’ll be ok if you’re ok. I can’t die without you living. I won’t move on without you search… At night, do you think about me?
It’s so quiet. I feel soft. The winter hurts, So I burrow inside, But I forget how to
