I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.
Mom, I miss you, And I’m miserable. I miss grandma, And I’m so lonely. I miss being a kid.
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.
What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something
While I’m alone, He’s with her. While I’m crying, He’s kissing And rolling
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
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.
Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
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.
You’re young. You’ll feel better. You’ll get better Eventually. So much time to feel better.
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
Oh, such a sweet fool. I once thought love Was reigning savior. So, so foolish. I once believed love
You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.
Never give up on love, Though I’ve died a thousand times Just waiting. And I’ve hoped in the rain. So many times
