I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.

Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give

Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.

I’m silently screaming Alone in the bathroom. The tears of a sinner Won’t let my fears go. I’m suddenly drowning.

I cannot bring myself to cry. I can’t decide if this is a curse Or a blessing.

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.

The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,

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

I feel like I want to hurt, To show myself how beautiful this… The illusion makes me strong. I feel like I can’t get hurt, But I still hope for the pain of…

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

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

The devil’s in my midst.

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,

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