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

In my daydreams, I used to be an acrobat, Flying through air Into capable hands. In my dreams,

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…

You don’t ask me to speak. You never expect my opinion. I was your second child In a runaway marriage. I suppose I loved you once,

Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…

In seventh grade, I made you a po… But I tore it up into pieces Because it wasn’t good enough. In eighth grade, I made you a poe… But I left it under my bed

Twigs on fire Never linger, never flit. Their emotions stand dire To the situation that cannot be sp… Twigs on fire never see.

Why do I still feel guilty About things That are out of my favor?

Your love Was like driving straight into the… Your attention was like Lying in a puddle of gold. You were sex and fun and cotton ca…

Things I wish I could say Would be I miss you, I love you, I want to be with you,

Spring into fall, And we’ve all hit a wall. Love comes quickly. Sometimes, it grows. Summer, then rain,

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

Am I incurable? It seems so. I’m an incorrigible invalid Of the heart.

I am a plummeting plane. I see the clouds go past, And I close my eyes, sometimes, But I still feel where I’m going. Sometimes, I feel that

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.