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,
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 only My tears were colors. There would be pink on my pillow And green on my shoes. There would be red on the paper
Smile your baby smile and please l… I know I love you, but haven’t yo… Twinkle and shine and don’t ever c… You warm me like a fox in a fox’s… Light of my life and you gave me t…
I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.
What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said
I don’t understand. I don’t understand the cruelty The darkness The fear This choking feeling.
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.
But I’m still a kid Only don’t tell my dad that. He’ll say, no, you’re not a kid And you haven’t been a kid in a lo… I guess that when I cry,
The tissues know something. Even the mirror knows. My music knows it And especially my pillow. My books can see it
There is no real romance like fore… There is no time or room to breath… But just the beating of their hear… Traps you. Like a rabbit hopelessly ensnared,
Perfection is an evil reflection On what is really real. Solitude is my gratitude When I am sad. Numbness equals oneness
Shambles: They hold my life together. I’m shredded into slices, Trying to hold it whole, And I wonder if anyone
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
