I often cajole myself Into crying, But I refrain. I know I’ll never stop.

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.

Courage was not letting your broth… But preferring to die From their snide remarks Which shadow prejudice’s unkind da… What happened when they grew up?

I woke at 3 a.m., And I was scared. I thought I’d never be tired agai… But then I remembered the morning And all the joy it brings.

You ruined me. How could you? You’re my mother. You were supposed to be strong. Not me.

With him, It’s like there were no scars. There are no sheepish looks No burning shame. There was no John

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

The wind Loves To boast of Fickle love, But my

Woah. The bright sky Makes me want to live, And the grass Smells too good to miss.

If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…

I can’t cease to think about him. His bitter way only warms my heart… He frightens me and excites me. He always heightens my senses. He makes my heart hurt.

Can you hear it? It is the cry of the poor. Their howling curls inside of my h… It pains me as if I were one of t… But, I am.

You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.

Without you, I feel the pain. The rain seems cold now. Thunder is only evil, And the sky is bare and pale.